I've been here before; Do you want me to leave Had you been here before Hadn't you better leave? Should I even be in here? Did I get an invite to come Is this your home or mine I really don't have a clue. Whereabouts is home? It looks a familiar place Should you even be here What's inside to see? Does it matter where! Do we share this home Am I okay to stay here Who owns this place? Are we staying here? Like home from home Was it once full of love Everything in its rightful p

For all our tomorrows They gave their today Grandfather's to father's Father's and their sons The battlefield whistle blows One lets out a deathly cry Why should I live, yet he dies For their loss is our reply. Here now we're standing together Side by side, shoulder to shoulder The soldier, veteran and the stranger Never to forget, always to remember Poppy fields teach us to pause Look from their fields to the skies A Falling leaf like a widow's tear Speaks a solemn whisper o

The King is on the Throne, all creation declared, Make ready, put things in their place, and be prepared. For the King is about to reveal His glory, This is the culmination of His story. On display is his strength, His might, His power, This is His moment; this is His hour. The heavens shake, the earth trembles, As all the heavenly hosts assembles, The King is being revealed, He is being seen, His house made ready; the throne awaits His Queen. His Queen without spot or wrinkl

I was... nameless, aimless, Frightened and frameless, Fearful, tearful and confused.   I was...  graceless, baseless, Fragile and faceless Chaotic, neurotic and abused.   I was...  Cut up, shut up Beat up and boozed up Burnt up, battered and bruised.   So, this is my story Gut rot to glory  Abused and accused now defused.   For He knocked on my door N' Came to explore Was I ready to ask and receive I invited him in We had a bite and a chin N' I said I'm ready to believe I too

Gods gifts are good, They seek no refund. Daily they're delivered, A joy to be received. You are a gift from God, Chosen and dearly loved. You are a gift from God, His gift to all mankind. Precious gifts be treasured. Ones so thoughtfully wrapped In whose mind is always held Jesus is the perfect gift find. For God so loved the world, On a night so dark and cold. A saviour safely delivered, Precious of all gifts received. You are a gift from God, Chosen and dearly loved. You a

God gave us a heart to scribe A heart to scribe with grace Those words he planted there His glorious majesty to declare. God gifted us the ability to write The sharing of his unfailing love Day or night - whatever the time Thy words shall be His praise. Writing gives the greatest pleasure God's heart’s desire pens from thee His own life story, we love to share Not just in one place, but everywhere. By God's own quills may we scribe Creativity etched in benevolence What a gift

I want to soar heavenwards, To lift my head upwards, To see from a great height, With a sense of delight,   To gaze upon heaven and earth, And get a sense of its worth, To be enthralled by what I see, The most holy, times three,   The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, To worship to the uttermost. And to find out who I am, Through beholding the lamb.   Holy Holy Holy the angels proclaim. And give glory to his wondrous name, Prostrate on my face, I fall, Realising I am so small,   I

Before we criticise, give praise Before we withdraw, let us reach out Before we complain, may we encourage Before we look inwards, look out. Before we cast hate, show love more Before we teach, we must first learn Before we are served, first serve Before we surrender, let us try again. Before we run, first learn to walk Before seeking more, count our blessings Before we assume, seek the truth Before we are friends, we are strangers Before we say goodbye, say hello. Before we

Lord, I wanna be where you are, Holding me close, holding me near. When I'm standing at the shore, With you, nothing shall I fear. And through the raging seas, Lord, You're in these storms with me. You are the rock of my salvation, A lighthouse if I should lose my way. I'll carry your cross in my pocket, A reminder of your love for me. The symbol of my faith in Christ, Hallelujah - Jesus living in me. When man stands against me, At my side, you'll always be. The battle belong

Dear Child I see you in your pit. I hear your moans and groans. I know the depth of your pain. I feel your disappointment. When you cry...

Behold I stand at your heart’s door, Can you hear my knocking, my roar? Listen to my voice, I am speaking, I am constantly with you,...

Who is worthy? Who is worthy? To break the seals and open the scroll   The Lion of Judah The Root of David He alone can fulfil this role....

Golden orchard meadows Farmers plough their fields Pray to God for healthy crops For all that autumn supplies. Barley, wheat and corn -...

All things bright and cheerful All things that are great and small All things dainty and wonderful All things periodical and seasonal....

Can there be love for the unlovable, Is there comfort for the inconsolable? Is there hope for the lost, abandoned, rejected, For those so...

As far as the eye can see; Over land and out to sea Through every season faced, My God patiently waits for me And with open arms I come....

Lord, I just wanna be where you are, Holding me close, holding near. With nothing to fear now, When I'm standing at the shore. And...

"God wrote me a note; With a beautiful quote. Full of promise, he wrote, His truth to me he spoke." God spoke; it wasn't a joke, I heard...