I was born in Autumn, in April, Back then it was simple. The days when there were no worries in the world, Crying when hungry and I get bottled. When choosing clothes for preschool was stressful, Trying not to look like a fool, yet cool. Moved to a new country, Not easy, but quite a…
Where is Jesus when I’m falling apart? Where is Jesus when I’m alone in the dark? Crying on the bathroom floor covered in shame. Contemplating my worth and desperately craving love. Where is Jesus when I don’t recognise myself? Where is Jesus when I’ve had enough? Where is Jesus when my friends have abandoned me?…
Feels like we’re six months into two-thousand and twenty Funny thing is, it’s only February… Disasters are occurring all over the earth Viruses, fires, and a legends death Slowly around me, I start to see Start to hear small rumblings I’m reminded of biblical prophecies Commanding us to be ready… but are we? Are you…
It’s a New Year! For some excitement, others fear. There’s a lot of weight, there’s no debate. It’s a solid-state. To struggle and move will only prove you can’t improve. Life is plain it all looks the same, like an endless train. Will this year be the same as always? Just another Christmas holidays? Will…
Days into the new year, A completely new atmosphere. Bushfires have burnt homes and the land, Australia pulls together to lend a hand. Firefighters and volunteers fight, Jesus provides the light. Thanks to Jesus’ body being laid, We see another decade. We don’t know what to expect, Yet we want to have an effect. We…
Worship is here and now Worship is giving your all Pouring out your heart to God When down on your knees you fall Worship to young children Is singing ‘Jesus Loves Me’ Watching Christian movies Like Joseph King of Dreams Worship to teens Could be listening To modern Christian songs As they go to sleep…
Whether it’s by yourself, Trying to find your ‘self’. Or just with others, Together as brothers and sisters. Worship is when we come before our Lord, Before Him, His grace is greatly awed. We don’t worry about our flaws, From Him, the love pours. We come imperfect, We are His project. We come as we…
What is worship? Is it a feeling? Is worship a time of the day or week? Is it the presence of the lord we seek? Is it a song? Or a prayer? Is it thankfulness for Gods mercy his love and care? A daily choice? A way of life? Is it some or all of…
If only we really knew. We live expecting the sun to go on, Rising and setting. Having the world at our fingertips, But sitting still. Watching. Waiting. If only we really knew. That the world we see before us, Will not always be. That time can’t be paused, But it flows as a constant reminder…
This poem is about the relationship between the sky and the land at sunset. Smudging my edges that I had drawn was a finger Long and powerful. Black mixed with blue and exported Orange, yellow, red What a confusion. I thought we were Clear-cut, you and I But now as I watch I disintegrate. Slipping…