Perfect pitch
I am fascinated by how much can be said with less. How does one take the bigness of a God so grand that all the universe as we know it fits inside of Him, yet by His design He fits Himself into each one of us, a gift to the world. Emanuel, the God who is with us.
For all those who wonder
Whose hearts are over-whelmed
By many things
Let’s remember
The gift
We are sent to earth
To deliver
Never seen before
Wrapped in the package
Of life
The world made beautiful
By one such as me
And you
Singing in harmony
We become
Perfect pitch
I’ve Got You
With those 3 words Jesus ushered me into a place in the Father’s heart never before possible. Through them the sorrow of losing someone close to me became an encounter that transformed my life.
In my childhood I found a jesus with no arms
Or maybe it’s just that he kept them folded
Appearing to hear
Bring comfort but never put himself out on my behalf
A jesus who asked for surrender, praise, giving, my heart
Yet remained aloof
This was the only jesus I knew until
The day He came to me
Knelt beside me as I sobbed
‘Our Father’ he said
His arm surrounded me, gently yet with strength, solid
Almost audible he said ‘I’ve got you’
Words
A fascination with words and the realisation that even the smallest ones can act as hyperlinks to ideas, feelings and realms of possibilities sits underneath this piece.
I love that words are doors
Waiting to be opened
Some are well signposted
So as you know what to expect
In fact
Some tell you exactly where to look
For that thing you don’t quite know what
I love that words are doors
Never sure which ones to
Open next
So whilst I’m waiting
I’ll just look around
And see
What’s in front of me
I love that words are doors
Mysteries
Adventures
Taking me to other lands
I’ve long known
One just needs the right
key
