In the crowd - we held our breath - as the nails pierce into his flesh; We heard His mother's anguish, And stood in the darkness of earth. "They arrested him and broke him Then hung him there alone to die." A crown of thorns on his head King of the Jews, the sign read As we watched his body bleed Even now, crowds still mocked. "They arrested him and broke him Then hung him there alone to die." This is the day of Jesus plight Three hours, Earth saw no light The temple curtain

Photo by Hannah Fleming-Hlll on Unsplash People took their palm branches And lined the streets with them. As Jesus entered Jerusalem, He was greeted by vast numbers. Hosanna, to the son of David, Hosanna, to the King of Kings. "Save us who are humble, Lord, please have mercy on us". From triumphant cheers of joy, Their attitudes would soon turn. Praise's turn to shouts of "crucify", For in one week a lot can happen. Hosanna, to the son of David, Hosanna, to the King of Kings

Love..... It is the true element found in everyday. Love..... It is found in everything we do and say. Love..... It is there even if we try to hide it away. Love..... It is wherever it intends to stay. Love..... it is the human vibrational energy. Love..... it is necessary but often not easy. Love..... it is our own story on our own journey. Love..... It is the greatest thing we can give away. Love..... It is both painful and happy. Love..... it is often the price we have to

A spoken-word journey through brokenness, guilt, and the quiet ache of woundedness — yet it ultimately reveals the tender, restorative love of God. The shards of my shame, lay scattered and shattered, As I painfully sought, To piece together all that mattered. Those shards of my shame, The dregs of my dross, Sporadic and strewn, I kept account of my loss. I felt for those shards, As I groped on the ground, The needles of guilt, In a room with no sound. A room with n

You’ve got me, to be me Cos you see me You don’t hold back Now you free me. Cos you see deep down And you free me deep down You took a good look And you helped me unclown You saw my whole frame And you took my whole shame You saw what I couldn’t And you built it again You took my hurts and lies Redefined my whole demise Became them at the cross And to my surprise You rose and flew again Took it all for now and then You fulfilled all the whys The what’s, the how’s, and when. Y

The one who was cursed upon the cross, He took my pain, my tears, my loss. He took my pain, my tears, my loss. The one who was cursed...

Oh Majestic Lion of Judah In my heart I see you rise As you roar into the future As you lay down by my side Oh how soft your mane of...

Thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ . 1 Corinthians 15:37. Many of us are familiar with defeat and...

All the deafening noise of violent words Is reduced now to a hush How he longs for you to really know The power of death is crushed...

It is common in the world to have difficulties with the concept of worthiness. People often believe they are perfect and live that out...

I was struggling with the emotional scars from a past hurt that still lingered from a misunderstanding with someone in a team I was part...

Created by Author What friend shall ever die for me? Sentenced to death for no crime Taking my place, setting me free That's what my...

It was the dawning of the morning of that great and glorious day. As creation held its breath, awaiting Heaven's say The disciples...

Recently, I had an encounter with Jesus during which I was reflecting on His sacrifice for me. I visualised the nails that crucified Him...

‘My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?’ Psalm 22:1, Matthew 27:46 & Mark 15:34 The LORD God did not forsake you. He did not leave...

He is risen, The stone is rolled away There’s nobody in the tomb He’s shown He is The Way. They nailed and pinned and crucified him,...

I could not take the pain and strain The stress I could take no more I could not bear the world and its burdens, The feelings wrought...

GOOD FRIDAY REFLECTION: Poem based on Matthew 27:51. My Jesus now lowered His head, He cried out, gave up His Spirit. There He bore the...

‘Don’t cry for me’ - everytime I read the crucifixion story I stop at these words he called out - quite why he thus spoke I don’t...

I bow down in sweet surrender As I see nailed to a cross One whose name the world remembers Who was called the Son of God As I gaze at...