The hidden treasure
drink of the rain of heaven
planted in good soil.
From Mark 4: 13-20
Tuesday, 31 December 2013
Sunday, 29 December 2013
Crimson Victory
Satisfied
Satisfied Gods justice
Astonished
Resurrected
Imperishable and life
In a crimson victory.
Connected
Connected in Christ
Invited
Provided
Finished and free
In a crimson victory.
Seated
Seated with him
Enthroned
United
Eternal and alive
In a crimson victory.
Friday, 27 December 2013
Thursday, 5 December 2013
Crimson Act
Safe in Christ
Freed from bondage
The fear of death
Freed from slavery
The power of death
Destroyed
By a crimson act
Of self sacrificing love
The bondage to boring, self-preservation
Is broken
Freed to love Christ
With everything I have ever needed
Forgiven sin
Unmerited favour
Clothed in the righteousness of God
Thursday, 28 November 2013
Sunday, 17 November 2013
Last
I see the King, Alpha and Omega
Sweet consummation echoed in his voice
Living word, incarnation fulfillment.
I see the volleys of comets red fire
A rich crimson stream of love and mercy
Stains the shore of the crystal diamond lake.
I see the last rainbow through clouds burning
Loves consuming smoke dispersing evil
Shudders the ravaged cluster of the heart.
I see the mountains slide into the sea
Amethyst shreds strewn, bled and ripped apart
The last and the first his reigning beauty.
I see love captured in pure white linen
Purchased stars washed clean in sacrificed blood
Eternal praise radiates heavens light.
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Written for Poetry Jam
Monday, 11 November 2013
Calvary Road
We meet him on the Calvary road
Where he bids us to take up the cross
Where he calls us to come and die
And be immersed in the river of grace.
We meet him on the Calvary road
His words have a terrifying effect
His words are sobering, calling us to follow
And usher us towards the Kingdom of grace.
We meet him on the Calvary road
His hands bear the scars of love
His hands outstretched and open to all
And offer us forgiveness through his grace.
We meet him on the Calvary road
Where we reckon ourselves dead to sin
Where we enter through the crimson gate
And revel in all the
glories of grace.
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