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Double Helix Headed High

Ringlet spirals down your cheek,

Half closed eyelids hide and seek

From and for the love,

For which you were created.

Loose your grip on lies of old,

Slip into the Saviour’s hold,

Bravely let the dance

Mold the truth into your stance.

Unfathomed depths, dip in your heart;

Ripple seen is just the start,

Weight of rushing power

Freeing, washing walls apart

Bridal beauty lies within

Unbridled; He’s extinguished sin,

Skies of light wherein

Potential fiercely soars and sings

Choosing to step onto rock,

Look not back, smash the lock,

You can and will be loved

Now and through eternity!

So let your gaze be lifted to

The one who loves to hear from you,

Praise will be the key;

Outwit deceit of enemy

Your voice was bestowed by the King,

A unique one, distinctive ring,

Lest the stones cry out,

Let the Princess her words bring!

Playing with Fire

Today’s lesson; Fire is Hot.

Just over a week ago, I was in Church and God showed me a picture of some wax. I had no idea why, of what it was about.

Today I was trying to melt some wax with my ‘improved’ lighter, and the lighter melted and I slightly burnt my finger. I know that when my Mam reads this she will be horrified. (Please forgive me, I really wasn’t being that dangerous and no real ill consequences came).

Why is fire so tempting? I want to suggest, (though I don’t claim to be the first) that fire is like love, that fire is like God. A bit. See, fire is amazing, makes you warm, makes you excited, makes you want to get closer, to play, to be awed. But… Fire is also dangerous. Especially if you underestimate it. 

I might start to use fire in a bad way… to feel powerful maybe? Or I might leave fire unattended, scorn it’s potential to do something. Or I might forget to put more fuel on the fire, and be shocked when it goes cold.

Reading between the lines;

The Fire the that sparkles and warms

Burns those who scorn,

The Love that melts the heart must

not become lust,

The God whose compassion shines

also refines.

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So don’t underestimate Fire, Don’t underestimate Love and Don’t underestimate God. Micah 1:4

Hurdle


Weary and lonely

Yet wanting to be alone,

Itching to fly

But energy gone,

Restless for no reason,

Excitement and dread

Quarreling, Sigh

I try again to clear my head

Frustration,

I know this lead

Is not mine to carry,

Don’t give in.

I tarry at the hurdle,

Pray.

Breathe in the Sweet Pea Sun

Win back the day.

Captives of our own Freedom

Plans formed from omniscient perspective,

But we place ourselves at the centre

of our Universe, we’re not objective,

We’re busy getting treasure

In our eyes

We wear our crowns and build our thrones

On the backs of slaves we would never own,

Knowing the danger of reflecting;

Conscience’s nudges keep rejecting,

Materialism saves

In our eyes

Hunger drives the greed for ‘things’

And in turn greed pursues success

Which fails to quench the emptiness

Having tasted  it

In our eyes

Lusting after something new,

Choosing truths that just aren’t true,

Scared of looking up to

the depth of life our hearts once knew,

It’s too big a sacrifice

In our eyes

The pace increases in our search,

Floundering for the prize unknown,

In our screaming Limbo perched,

We can do it on our own

In our eyes

We envision limitation

In your loving whisper ‘Come’,

Freedom to or freedom from?

We’re captives of our own freedom.

CER

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