Geoff Bullock... Darkness and Light

Remember

2012-01-15T10:22:00.001+11:00

Remember the lovely and the beautiful. Remember the encouraging friends along the way. The gentle, the gracious and the merciful, those who long and yearn for a world full of love, acceptance and forgiveness. Yes, forget the angry, the twisted and judgmental, let them slip away, their words to fade and fall without a trace. This is a beautiful world full of the greatest treasures, lives

Silent night, silent day.

2011-12-27T16:07:00.001+11:00

Just another day, just another day. sun, sand and sea... refugees turned away, drowning, dying, sweet carols singing, judgment, alienation and scorn, Oh holy night? selfish, self centred, silent, night remains a horror story whilst we wrap up the wrappings and fill the bins, overflowing too much of too much. just another day, just another night silent.

Can we love beyond.....?

2011-12-08T20:12:00.001+11:00

when we judge, when we point the finger, when we discriminate, isolate, reject and turn away, when we blame, when we accuse, when we slander, and abuse, it is then that we find our boundaries, where love, grace and hope are withdrawn and withheld by our bigotry and justification, it is then that we have to chose can we love and grace beyond our boundaries or have we

Tell me.

2011-12-01T17:25:00.001+11:00

Tell me, have you seen the little ones, cast off and undefended? please tell me have you seen them as broken they walk away? have you seen their bloody scars, wounded from the words that should have spoken love, from hands that should embrace. have you heard their cries, their laments, their dirges, as they bury the life that so cruelly was declared "dead". for there is poison in

At the crossroads

2011-11-25T15:22:00.001+11:00

Standing here,Edging back,So many thoughts,The voices they call.Show me the mirror,Call me my name,Speak of my heartIt's jewels and it's gems. Remind me of courageTo know and believeTo live and to learnTo rise and to fly.Still my mad yearningsLet the applause fadeI'm standing at the crossroadsEntire and alone. Here at the crossroads,No signs to guideHere at the crossroadsThe untrodden path calls.

Eternity calls us to surrender.

2011-11-23T16:40:00.001+11:00

Open your eyes. clear your mind. cease your thoughts step back. close the books, becoming prayerless stop searching, defining, knowing and sure. there are sunsets unseen yet painted, a glory for an instance displayed. there are universes, constellations, suns, moons, stars never seen, declaring a beauty hidden for all eternity. we frame our spirituality in what we

enough.

2011-11-22T10:09:00.001+11:00

There comes a time, when you hear the cry of your heart, there comes a time, when your soul refuses to be quiet. When the disappointments, and sadnesses, the injustice and bitterness cries out: enough. enough of this pretence, enough of this dance, enough of these songs melodies and words. can I hold my tongue once more whilst pouring out my heart, can I plead for forgiveness

Silence

2011-11-18T12:01:00.001+11:00

Silence. My mind whirs, restless, cascading thoughts, endless, i'm pacing back and forth, pointless, silence. perhaps I'm deaf, or my thoughts speak too loud, perhaps I'm blind lost in a crowd of expectations craving solitude dreading alienation. silence.

Grey

2011-10-27T11:06:00.003+11:00

Today is grey, a monochromatic sky, diluted of colour, drained washed out. I struggle with my thoughts, as my mind slows to a crawl. Random anxieties, baseless fears confused, without answers, just the struggling questions. I suppose faith is for these times, times when we don't know, times when we fear and worry. Sometimes just seeing and hearing a light in the blahness....

More than more than ever.

2011-10-08T20:36:00.001+11:00

I am going to a place,Where my deeds are not measuredAnd my life is not weighed.I am going to a placeWhere I have been chosen to be loved,Where who I am has been replacedBy who heaven has called me to be. I am going to rise,Above the darknesses that have plagued my existence,Before I had a choice,Before I had the wisdomTo knowAnd to choose..I am destined for moreThan I could ever have dreamed,A

Think

2011-10-06T20:29:00.001+11:00

Ok,Let's try it without grace.We are left with the sum of all our goodMinus the sum of all our bad,Multiplied by the distance from the mortalTo the immortal.We have nothing to carry us across eternityNothing to present to the Creator of the UniverseOther than our flawed and failed humanity..Just us,And God...Remembering that it was the human raceThat crucified his son..What makes us different?

Dark

2011-10-01T16:34:00.001+10:00

I wish that this graynessWould slip from my mindAs I fight back the darknessThat drags my soul down.I'm captive to a numbnessThat fights me withinAs I struggle with failuresThat I relive again and again.Oh the damning humanityThat courses through my veinsSo that heaven is hiddenas I peer through the gloomThat has descended without warningLike a thunderous cloudI'm shouting in silenceMy prayers

Time

2011-09-30T08:39:00.001+10:00

Time to listen, Time to think, Time to search Time to be found. Time for laughter Time for tears Time to be alone Time to be embraced Time to be blind Time to see Time to wait Time to move on Time for forever, eternity and more, Love so sublime There is time, Yes, There is time. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

love and loving

2011-09-21T16:44:00.001+10:00

Surely the first and enduring fruit of spirituality is an ongoing and selfless pursuit of loving, a pursuit that is above all things and before all things, a pursuit that is the greatest expression of our humanity.

Love crept quietly

2011-09-15T18:10:00.000+10:00

Love crept quietly, unannounced, unnoticed. I was too busy, a boy becoming a man, a man becoming a father, a father learning painful lessons. Love crept quietly, invading a thought or two, peace before my sad anxieties. Struggling, working, trying oh so hard to prove myself, until the fall of my efforts left me alone. Love crept quietly, now no efforts of mine, to build a

Seeking and sought.

2011-09-10T13:48:00.000+10:00

Surely, loving a 'deity' comes naturally to almost every soul. We all seek spiritual comfort, and soul peace. Throughout the ages mankind has sought a relationship with the divine. However, the Christmas and Easter stories show us "divinity" in an entirely different light. Christmas shows us a God who goes to the most extraordinary lengths to establish a relationship with mankind. Jesus is "God

Listen, please listen

2011-08-27T18:12:00.002+10:00

a broken heart,shattered,scattered,misunderstoodjudged.a grieving heart,rejected,disrespected,ignored,alone. hands,so strongthat creationwould rest in it's palms,comes,to cradle,to holdand to heal. a voicesoftly speaking,beseeching,pleading.please listenfor your brother,your sisterare called. see,can you see,hear,can you hear,your name he is calling,your heartto be healed. will you joinwith your

Love so cruelly maimed

2011-08-24T14:33:00.003+10:00

did the angels understandwhen they saw the cross?what did the heavens saywhen love paid it's cruel cost? did the moon and starscease to burn so bright?did the universerecoil from such a sight? how could this Prince of peaceof whom the ages sing suffer mankind's rageas love so cruelly maimed. how could this be,the plan of the ages?how could this besuch perfect love?how could this bethe power and

Love

2011-08-20T12:35:00.003+10:00

Show me how to lovefor I'm lost on the way.tell me again,that glorious word,paint me a picture,to take my breath away,my heart in my mouth,my soul so inspired.please,show me again,for I think I forgotin all that is flawed,all that is failed,in my disappointments,and sadnessI've departed from the essence,the transcendence,the simplicity,of learning to love.For all I have,all that is before,all

So flawed, so loved.

2011-08-16T21:14:00.003+10:00

It is our rightthat wrongs so many,it is the wrongsthat lead us to the lightit is our povertythat show us truthour flawsa kingdom comes.our griefslead us to burdenswe carry as comforted and healed.and in humilityand meekness,whilst strugglingin vain,the earth shall welcomethe weary pilgrims home.a kingdom is offered,to our heavy laden hearts,as with all we join,knit together as one,we have this

Thank you.

2011-08-14T14:18:00.005+10:00

When I finish my seminars on Grace and Worship I usually make the statement: "The church could easily be about to see her finest days". When we seek to understand, grasp and share grace we become, as Henri Nouwen writes. "wounded healers", the grace that heals and liberates us we extend to others, friend and enemy alike. Grace releases us from the desperation of a faith that

Faith's response

2011-05-16T09:32:00.000+10:00

"What would be your initial response to faith? Would it be a conservative mora,l outlook concerning sexuality, somewhere new to go on a Sunday morning, a developing of a prayer habit, a new book to read and some interesting phrases to repeat...praise the Lord even a puzzling emphasis on giving your money away?Wouldn't grace expressing itself in compassion, love overwhelming hatred, forgiveness

"needed"

2011-05-14T17:09:00.001+10:00

In the most sublime way God has chosen us, the weakest of all creation to prove the adequacy of grace. Amazing isn't it. He could have thrown a myriad of stars into space. Constellations, suns, planets and moons but, no, he choses you, he choses me, and, to each of all mankind, he bestows grace, mercy, love and a free will. God in his grace stands back as we grapple with the with grace we receive

2011-05-11T23:48:00.002+10:00

Have you ever permitted yourself to ask a question where you may not like the answer. Have you ever asked yourself a question that may challenge everything that you believe. Faith is not found in what we believe. Faith is a journey through unbelief to find an answer. Unbelief is not an enemy to faith, rather it may be the door where we leave our knowledge behind to find the truth on the other

The journey to "becoming"

2011-05-10T11:19:00.004+10:00

Having received grace we journey towards graciousness. Having received forgiveness we journey towards being forgiving. Having received mercy we journey towards being merciful Having received love we journey towards being loving Being accepted we journey towards being accepting. This our worship.

Sacrifice

2011-05-09T12:01:00.001+10:00

There are great themes in the life of Jesus. Themes that broke out of promises, prophecies and psalms of the Old Testament to become living in the life of Jesus. Grace, mercy, love, forgiveness, hope and acceptance became incarnate in the flesh and blood that was woven around the Son. Throughout the Gospels we see the very character of God, his "personality", take "words" and make them flesh. We

2011-05-06T11:35:00.001+10:00

quiet my soul, peace, my heart, still my thoughts pause and rest. gentle lies the light on the truth that is seen wait and be patienttake time to be free. walk, footsteps softlyhold, don't restrainlove with abundancespeak mercy and grace.quiet my soul peace my hearthear heaven's rhythm, sing angel's song.may the day find you with eyes openlike a child let loose to play.quiet my soul peace my

Grace, graced, gracious

2011-04-30T19:41:00.004+10:00

Grace invites me to be honest,For grace is applied to all of me.Not just the parts that I admit,Not just the public that hides the private,or the light that ignores the darkGrace shows me,In the stark light of eternityWho I am,No excuses,No denials,No justifications. Grace invites me,For grace would never demand.Grace enlightens meFor grace would never turn awayFrom a missionThat takes silence

Resurrection

2011-04-29T17:14:00.004+10:00

Grace leads us from the death of hope to a resurrection of all that we are created to be. In the midst of our sadnesses and our failures Jesus shows us a life that was lived for failures. Jesus loved those whom the world would say are beyond hope, beyond mercy, beyond love. Jesus followers were from the seedy end of town. Jesus did not have a public relations expert, he did not seek the approval

A thoughtful prayer

2011-04-28T19:01:00.003+10:00

The more you search for gracethe more you realise your need of it.when you embrace grace as your soul securityyour offerings become gifts of thanksgiving,and you start the journey from achievingto receiving.Let me cease the struggling that liesat the centre of spiritual achievement.Help me to cease spiritual measurement,striving and work. Let me rest in receiving,unmerited and unearned,

The mission of compassion

2011-04-26T19:51:00.000+10:00

It occurs to me that Christianity is having a crisis of compassion. Until we search for the heart of Jesus, his spirit, his desperate mission of love we will retreat to arguing about opinions regarding book, chapter and verse.Jesus came to our angry planet on a mission of reconciliation. Every encounter that you will find in the Gospels shows us a love that is beyond us, a love that challenges us

My heart is breaking

2011-04-25T17:21:00.004+10:00

my heart is breakingmy mind it spins,as all that is holyis fading to grey.where are the grievers the seekers who heal,whose footsteps are foundin their deserts pain.my heart is breakingfor the lost and the blindas they practice their prayingwhilst turning away,yes turning away,we are turning awayour heart's have forgottenand we are turningaway.I hear the quiet sobbingthe ones wounded by

Until we see the cross

2011-04-25T13:27:00.001+10:00

Until we see the crossBefore we sing again, before we dance again,Let our souls be still and silent.Let’s just stop a while, to pause and pray awhile,To look and hear again,Let our songs be still till then.Let our dreams be more than building towers that fall.All our works his cross has silenced.And as our hearts are healed, let our songs revealHis grace so undeserved,These songs can now be

Unfailing Love

2011-04-22T08:23:00.000+10:00

The love of God, Heaven’s hope.This perfect peace,This rest for my soul.This love divine, portrayed in pain,The cross stands alone.Unfailing love. The love of God, Creation’s cry.Perfection portrayed, broken for me.The author of life has suffered our pain,The cross stands alone.Unfailing love. Chorus: The love of GodWas found in the nails.The love of God,Was seen in

The last few steps

2011-04-19T19:54:00.003+10:00

I am facing the cross.behind me is the shufflingof a brutally tortured man,he is making his way,step by agonising steptowards his agonising death.this is more than any man can take.This is the sentence that mankind demandsof love that refuses to take sides.where are his friends,his followers,the rag tag army of thosewho expected anything otherthan this gruesome scene.There are only minutes

The slow march

2011-04-19T13:26:00.003+10:00

forgiveness,love,grace, mercy,acceptance,peace,heaven is silentand the Son,walks towards rejection.soon,they will turn their backs,as we have century after centuryafter century.Jerusalem is full of hatredas Jesus readies himselfto love in a waythat could never be graspedor understood.How could such pain,such agony,how could the horrorof mankind's deedsbe the only wayfor us to seethe love of all

Step by tragic step

2011-04-18T14:30:00.002+10:00

Palm frondsanda donkey.hardly the heralds tomankind's most dire momentand God's greatest act.The chapter has been openedthe sentences accelerate.Evert word,every linebuilds towards the horror.how could we turn our backs?How could we join the crowd,baying for blood,screaming:Barabbus,Barabbus,Barabbus.Yet we choseto enthrone the God of our desires,denying every word,every act, every embrace and

I have

2011-04-17T20:45:00.001+10:00

Have you seen the tears?I have. The pleadings,The yearnings,Desperate prayers, Heartache,They have gathered at my feet,I played the sweet music,Spiritual notesCalling them forward,Their broken heartsHoping,Beyond heart,A touch,A moment,Divine blissAnd blessing..I have felt the hopeful urgeTo come,To make the way,Down,Forward,Still standing at the frontFor all to see,They make their plea.Their

Running and Dancing

2011-04-16T14:31:00.003+10:00

Sometimes,I am carelessly honest,dangerous with my wordsas if I am my own prosecutor.other times,I shy away,stuck in the past,memories relivedthe accusationsreapplied.Where do you go,when the sentencehas no ending,and captivityhas no justice.Spare me the cliches,for the truthlies underneath the shallowness.There is an oceanof grace,sometimes I step back,afraid of the cold,warming myself with my

words

2011-04-12T20:11:00.002+10:00

It's more than a matter of words.one phrase, reconstructed,refocused, redefined to become another.Sometimes changing words within a phrase causes an enormous change in meaning.Take the phrase: "The body of Christ".By simply changing the words around we can write "Body of Christ" as "Christ's body"It should mean exactly the same thing.....but it doesn't...does it?It makes me ask; "Just who is who?"

2011-04-12T18:13:00.002+10:00

I have seen your face,your hollowed eyes,desperate pleas,as all around youthe show goes on.You lift your hands,listlesslyas we have told you,time and time again:"God is here!""God is in the house tonight"I have watchedas you have waited for the miraclesthe words,the prayersthe preaching.And the tears,tears of disappointmentas God yet again has failed to knowyour address.He has missed you,you are

Journey

2011-04-11T11:19:00.003+10:00

Life will always be a journey from somewhere to somewhere. We are not always sure where we've been and we have no idea where we are going. Sometimes we'd like to stop, other times we wish we could accelerate into tomorrow. Faith is believing, with all our frailty, our fears and our failures, that there is a plan and there is a guide. At this point I find myself at my weakest. However once the

Silence

2011-04-10T15:55:00.003+10:00

Silence is not golden.silence is a horrorI wait, I hope,in vain,in silence.Silence.So many years,my friends,so many years.In silence.One,just oneand in his silencemy heart restsand my soul finds peace.He knows the silence,the silence of the mob,reason upon reasonto back away,ears deafened,eyes closed,mouth mute.Silence.It is at the core of the universe.A surrenderbeyond my pain,his silence bought

Hopelessly hopeful

2011-04-07T12:30:00.001+10:00

The cloud has cleared.the day is clear.whilst still struggling with my "humaness"I sense assuranceand the struggles abate.I am.This will never change.I have a lifetime of consequencesthat three years of splendourwashes with love,and wondrous words,filled full of light,lived, alive,I am quite overcome by the thought of it,these wondrous wordshave captivated me,my muse,my obsession,my lyric,my

A sea

2011-03-31T20:25:00.001+11:00

A sea of thoughts,A bright, blue, shiny sea of thought. Real, true,A cause worth fighting for. A death no less noble.Truth..truth in our hands?We know,Our knowledge so sureThat we could set in stoneAnd no mutiny could challenge change. Why so sure?Why so proud?Can blindness find truth,And deafened ears hear more,More that lies in the shallows,The object of the self sufficient,The faith of a vain

There is more

2011-03-29T19:35:00.001+11:00

There is more,Our heart's cannot contain,More than our mindsMore than mere words and thought. There is more,There must be moreFor there has to be,What we hear and have and know and see,So fragile and flawedThere is more. We presume,We endow ourselves,Proudly proclaiming....We see beyond the endNothing unknown,Nothing unseenOur humanity perceivesAll in God,All in all..We don't need inspirationFor

Speak peace

2011-03-26T13:02:00.003+11:00

Lord take this gentle day,her soft light and gentle colours,mould her around my life.wrap me in your blanket of peaceand speak quiet to my soul.There are answers that you know I seek,wisdom that I do not have..my faith is prone to doubtingand my heart lies anxious within me,and yet, somewhere deeper than I know,is a small rock of trusting.amidst the confused seas of my soul,speak peace to these

There is light

2011-03-20T18:09:00.001+11:00

My heart strugglesFor my mind spins.I try to shake offThe thoughts that wrestle,Taking my day hostageRefusing to retreat. How many years,How many tears,Now I slide backwards,As if the past Lays hold of me. Where is tomorrow?what lies waiting?Empty spaces calling outTo be entered and finalised.I am scared, I wish I wasn't,But what is seen of meHides the truth.Is this a pause for breath?A rest and

Thank You.

2011-03-16T18:27:00.002+11:00

thank youfor the gift of lifefor breathand the beating of our hearts.thank youfor the highs and lows,the joys and the sadnesses.thank youfor the beauty that surrounds us,and our ability to appreciate it all.I am amazed by life,the journey that is withinand withoutit's freedomsand the debts we carry.I must be sure to remember these thingsand be thankful.

Let there be light

2011-03-14T11:01:00.001+11:00

Let there be lightwhen your hopes have all endedLet there be lightwhen your dreams have all diedLet there be lightwhen the world shouts you down,Oh Lord, let there be light.Let there be lightwhen your fears turn to failuresLet there be lightin the helpless, hopeless nightLet there be lightfor a future full of tears.Oh Lord, let there be light.And I'm praying there is lightfor the darkness of my

A Father's prayer.

2011-03-09T17:27:00.002+11:00

I hear your painbut I cannot carry the hurtyour anger has found it's markhowever the rage is yours.I would take it allif I couldbut that would deny youyour journey.you wish me to be,but I simply am not.acceptance may be hardfor both of usbut the truth is all we have.bone of my boneflesh of my flesh,my dear childI too am hurtingfor I am also a child withinstill growingstill changingtrying to

2011-03-07T13:33:00.004+11:00

and so the rain clears.the clouds they race acrossa startling blue sky.all is quiet,a peacesoothing a restless soul.gentle goes this daywith all it's challenges,at the end of a racing mindI have found a place of quiet

Sitting

2011-03-06T15:30:00.002+11:00

So, here I am,I'm wondering, just a pause, I suppose,My mind wanders, restless as always,The piano and the stool wait again,I am to become who I am said to be.Yes, here am I,Remembering.These memories are painful,They are unanswered,The wounds lie open,I am incapable, it is beyond me.Should I rise from this chair,Should I act out, doctoring, saving.No, there is more for me,Much more than this

Loved

2011-03-03T21:21:00.001+11:00

Consider for a second or two, perhaps longer, consider love for it has obsessed my last fifteen years.Love, so glorious, so ennobling, life changing, history changing love. Love that has rewritten the destiny of Kings, love that has gripped mankind from time immemorial.We are created to love and to be loved. The future of our species relies entirely upon the glorious shoulders of love.I am a

In my blindness

2011-03-02T17:37:00.003+11:00

When I am blind,You help me see,and in the darkthe light finds me.and in the quieta song is sung,in my weaknessI am made strong.when I am lostyou come to me,and in my fearsyou comfort me.when I'm aloneyou're by my sidewhen I am scaredin you I hide.When faithless heartand troubled soul,a broken life in you is wholewhen far from hopemy restless mindthis love and gracein you I find.

To those who feel alone

2011-03-01T01:19:00.003+11:00

A dear friend of mine is suffering from isolation and rejection.This is poem is dedicated to all who battle with the dark and the blue.Alone,can it be this.alone?not the plan.i've been told,and preached,and promised,and sung.so why I am here,so bowed down,aloneso why am I here,so lost and alone?give me your texts,your verses and books,give me your scripturesyour words and your songsyour music,

Blue

2011-02-24T22:02:00.002+11:00

Blue,Blue earth,Blue sky,Blue moon,A duck egg,Blue,Blue, blue eyes.Blue sea,Blue.Blue,Down and dark,Deep, sad, lonely,hiding,bowed down,Blue. chaos,untaimed,rebellious thoughtsdriven,diving,a plummeting,all consumingdark,death,blue.Blue,you became blueYou are blue,you are my blueYou join my downwardsheartfelt,tears,You,who mourn, shedding tears,falling like gracefootsteps to my side.I am

Dark

2011-02-18T16:15:00.002+11:00

There are clouds,they steal the sun,they abscond with the light,they ridicule, they taunt and tease,unrelenting,unremitting,dark, angry clouds.say to my soul,stay close,don't fret,for the day shall dawn again,the first light will announce the promiseof new and wondrous things.as I lie, murmuring and muttering,cloaked in the dark,let me pause,let the sound of my heartbeat,,the rise and fall of my

Jesus is at the door

2011-02-17T14:59:00.004+11:00

Take the time to be gracious, take the time to be loving, take the time to know the truth, take the time to recognise your own shortcomings,take the time to be accepting,take the time to be merciful,take the time to be forgiving,take the time to feel,take some time for your soul,take the time to be silent, take the time to listen, Jesus is at the door.Take the time to see,his hands as they wash

The Power of Your Love

2011-02-16T16:43:00.004+11:00

The Power of Your Love II Music ©: 1992 Word MusicWords ©: 2004 Geoff BullockVerse One:Lord I come to you,Let my heart be changed renewedFlowing from the grace that I've found in you.And Lord I’ve come to know,The weaknesses I see in me,Will be stripped awayBy the power of your love.Chorus:You hold me close,You let your love surround me,You bring me nearAnd draw me to your side.And as I waitI’m

The future's kiss

2011-02-13T14:16:00.001+11:00

Light dances across the bay,Gentle waters, hiss and sing. Children screaming, running aroundIn excited circlesTheir playful footprintsJoyfully drawn in the sand. There is a little bird,He must be hiding in trees,But his song rings outIt's tune a joyful ode,So free and so alive. Me? I am gently sitting,I am above it all,My perch, my nest,Here I am,And it is altogether wonderful. Another bird takes

I'm grey today

2011-02-09T17:30:00.001+11:00

I'm grey today,I'm sad and withdrawn.My soul feels so heavyMy mind spins and turnsI'm looking for answersI'm struggling to seeI'm so grey todayMy hope hides her face. Life dances and singsLife is silent and drawnLife is so humanThat we fight on our ownYes, I know there are answers,Don't remind me to seeMy ears have been deafenedBy the taunting and fear. I'm grey todayEven though there is lightSo

Incarnation

2011-02-08T10:22:00.000+11:00

The Incarnation, God becoming man, defines God in such a way that it challenges every thought and every concept concerning deity. The Royal Family travels with kid leather toilet seat covers! World Leaders travel in their own planes, with their own chefs. Rock Stars refuse to play unless they are provided with a multitude of “ego-enhancing” paraphernalia. Super Models stay in bed unless absurd

Grace! Even More grace!

2011-02-06T12:15:00.001+11:00

For every broken promise:grace.For every dream that died:grace.For every failed work:grace.For every broken life:grace.For all of fallen humanitygrace,For our shame, our pain,our troubles, our strife,our tears, our fears,all that we cannot do,all that we fail to do,our rights and our wrongs,for our very best and our darkest worstgrace.for you,for megrace.

Transition, "shining or reflecting?"

2011-02-05T15:46:00.003+11:00

I tried to stand tall,stretching as high as I could,gathering all that I hadinto one bright light,holding it aloftfor all to see.Perhaps,if I tried with all my might,I could be a beacon,a lighthouse ora spotlight,but,no matter how hard I tried,all that I hadwas the brightness of my shining,a fading, failing brightness.It wasn't until I hadstepped down from the pedestalof my own makingthat I

You cover me

2011-02-02T14:32:00.001+11:00

You Cover Me.When all is lostand fears have won,you cover meyou cover me.when darkness strikesand light grows dimyou cover meyou cover me.and in the midstof my troubled seaswhere storms may rageoverwhelming meyou cover meyou cover meoh my Lordyou cover me.when I am lostlove's light has comeyou cover meyou cover methe darkest lifelove flooding inyou cover meyou cover me.and in the midstof my

2011-02-01T09:28:00.002+11:00

We need to understand that there is a huge difference between art, and spirituality. There is nothing wrong with good art, performance and the rest, but we need to point people to the source of their spirituality and make the definition clear.What we are seeing now is the ART of worship.. it 'feels' good because the art of worship is very effective in making you feel good.But, it is not worship.

I'm learning to be loved

2011-01-29T09:48:00.002+11:00

I’m learning to be loved, I’m learning to receiveA love that is unearned, unmerited and free.This love I can receive not struggling to achieve.I’m learning to be loved.I’m learning to be loved, this miracle of graceThat finds me as I am and shows me heaven’s face,Eyes that see my pain, hands that know my shame.I’m learning to be loved.This love that knows no end,This love that knows no bounds,

Tears

2011-01-27T11:25:00.003+11:00

What can we say, What can we do, What can we pray When we think of you? What can we sing, What do we choose, What can we bring When we think of you? We hear your cry, To be renewed In love and life When we think of you What we believe And what is true Just what should change When we think of you? Do we hear your voice Crying through the ages

Fatherhood

2011-01-25T18:04:00.005+11:00

A sleepy Monday,lunch with my son.I spent the time listening to his dreams,watching my features move under his face.Fatherhood is one of the greatest joys. I continually find myself amazed by the emergence of young lives full of drive and vision.He left in a hurry with a firm handshake,and a gentle and affectionate pat, impatient to meet a young man's afternoon.For the next few minutes I sat

God has come

2011-01-14T15:28:00.001+11:00

God has come. God has come breath our air, To walk our lonely roads, God has come.God has come to embrace our broken lives,God has come hear our mournful cries,To comfort, to love and to heal, God has come. And he wept tears of grief,And he washed the feet of failures.And he accepted the torture,He accepted the nailsHe accepted the spearHe accepted the death that we indicted upon him. God came

time and tide

2011-01-09T18:29:00.001+11:00

Life, it's highs and it's lows.Life, the fears, sadnesses, the joys and elations. Life, it's wists and turns, confronted by unexpected challenges,Unalterable tragedies.Yet, we have been joined, a visitation of grace,A revelation of love,Divinity, flesh, heart, humanity..not the foreboding of heaven's wrath,An invitation to participate in a reconciliation that defies our understanding or

"My Jesus"

2011-01-07T14:38:00.001+11:00

Jesus stands as an absolute conundrum to those who are seeking a “messiah”.He just doesn’t fit.To believe in him demands one of two things.You can change everything you know about God, everything you have ever done for him, everything you expected him to be and live in a state of continual amazement as he eludes being type cast or contained. You can then live in adventurous questioning, learning,

Free

2011-01-03T14:05:00.004+11:00

On New Year's day we lost a very dear friend.This song is written in his memory Free. I’m flying, I’m soaring, I’m touching The blue skies I’m carried Love’s holding meFor I am finally free. I’m climbing Lofty mountains These footsteps To follow I’m carried, Love’s holding me For I am finally free. And rising through the clouds Born on eagles wings

Love

2010-12-27T13:19:00.002+11:00

"Love"all that is divine,it's height, it's depth,it's weight, it's width,all that it ever was,or is, or ever will becan be summed upin one word;Love.this word,clothed within a man's dying flesh,continues to be humanity'sgreatest wonder,history's pivot point.Lovethat refuses to blame,or justify,Lovethat forsakes all thatdivinity would endow.Lovesacrificial,incarnate,divineLove.

2010-12-25T20:10:00.000+11:00