Securely held

None can take you from His hand
Those who are the christian band
The Everlasting covenant stands
In the spiritual promise land.

Where sin abounds, grace does more
By Himself the covenant swore
For those who enter by the door
Securely held within His claw.

No longer separate by a sin
For He’s in you and you’re in Him
He even made you next of kin
An heir of Grace, and heir of Him.

Covenant made before our time
Sacrificed son was crucified
Covenant formed by those who find
A Love extreme and pure and kind.

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Living from completeness

For in Him dwells all the fullness of the Godhead bodily; and you are complete in Him, who is the head of all principality and power. (‭Colossians‬ ‭2‬:‭9-10‬ NKJV)


Being complete in Him
Changes everything !.

New source
New position
New creation: something that never existed before
New springboard 
New catapult.

Nothing more to gain
Nothing now to lose.

Resting from works
Working from rest,
Working only to comprehend completeness.

Living from the Gift
Not living to it
As you ought to be
Perfect and complete
Changes everything !.

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The inconvenience of truth

The inconvenience of truth
Is that life comes from death,
Most inconvenient for Christ
Himself who was gladly spent.

Who loved more
To be loved less,
Who gave all 
To be a curse,
Gave His riches
To become skint,
Yet kept His focus
And set His face like flint.

The Seed put Himself into the ground 
The promise of itself
Reproducing what it paid for
Motivated by love
Most inconvenient.

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Shinty town

Pine trees mingle into the green
The bonnet is wet with the clouds
Curling roads are full of promise of the joy around the corner
The windscreen and the highlands become twins 
Sleepy wipers clear the way for the first sign
“Shinty this afternoon. 2:30pm throw up”
Anticipation and adrenalin become back seat drivers
Shiny streets smile their gaelic welcome
Brick buildings, holy and steadfast announce “you’ve arrived”
Pubs with antlers on the wall mop up stray pedestrians
Cars, single file and hypnotized
Crawl through the Main Street then turn right
Where they reach the sticky car park with tyre tracks thousands of years old
Misty highland backgrounds give an apostolic reminder of where you are
Then whispers to the locals; “custodian”
Highland glen
Shinty men
Shinty town.


A visitor’s account of spending a weekend in a shinty town.


I’ve been robbed !

The lady’s eyes pierce the room
Pen in hand, bible on lap
Her mind succumbs to the revelation
The Spirit’s scalpel opens up the lies of 23 years
The operation has begun,
Softened heart, new eyesight, renewed mind.

The double vision of her Saviour
Gives way to a new lens
Causing her to see her heavenly husband for the first time,
The new covenant power source turn the lights on
She no longer sees trees walking
The crusty heart marshmellows then melts.

She yells out “I’ve been robbed for 23 years !
Why didn’t I see this before” ?.
Anger turns to tears
The veil of blindness rips from top to bottom
As she sees Christ at the Spirit’s prompting.

The Spirit speaks
Reveals Jesus
Reveals the lies
Reveals the truth.

A new identity unleashed on the world
A new joy breaks out of her cage
Escaped !.
The prophetic word and hugs bring comfort
Assures the heart and mind.

No longer robbed
No longer plundered
A new life flows 
Like the powerful Clyde.


A true story of a lady who has begun to live. It was a home group…on the bank of the “powerful” Firth of Clyde

But this is a people robbed and plundered; All of them are snared in holes, And they are hidden in prison houses; They are for prey, and no one delivers; For plunder, and no one says, “Restore!” (‭Isaiah‬ ‭42‬:‭22‬)



Jesus is perfect theology

Jesus is perfect theology
For in Jesus all things exist 
The All in All.

The Life
The Way
The Truth
The Focus
The Banner
The Fullness
The Standard
The Plumbline 
The Cornerstone.

The marrow of bone of my bone
The blood of the flesh of my flesh.

There is no danger of building a crooked building
Of doubtful theology
Of living on the fringe 
The unhelpful
If one builds along the plumbline

Here is consumate doxology;
Jesus is perfect theology.


And He is before all things, and in Him all things consist. (‭Colossians‬ ‭1‬:‭17‬ NKJV)

For we are members of His body, of His flesh and of His bones. (‭Ephesians‬ ‭5‬:‭30‬ NKJV)

And the LORD said to me, “Amos, what do you see?” And I said, “A plumb line.” Then the Lord said: “Behold, I am setting a plumb line In the midst of My people Israel; I will not pass by them anymore. (‭Amos‬ ‭7‬:‭8‬ NKJV)

Therefore it is also contained in the Scripture, “Behold, I lay in Zion A chief cornerstone, elect, precious, And he who believes on Him will by no means be put to shame.” (‭I Peter‬ ‭2‬:‭6‬ NKJV)

having been built on the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Jesus Christ Himself being the chief corner stone, (‭Ephesians‬ ‭2‬:‭20‬ NKJV)

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Broken bottles

His pain labelled his face
Like an abandoned quarry full of “danger” signs
His guilt numbed his emotions
Like the blandest sand dune in the Saharra
With a head full of broken bottles
His mind was severed from clear thinking.

My father slept walked through life.

Ruled by the thoughts of others
Governed by their selfish labels
Mixed with self lies
Stirred by a wooden spoon: a race to the bottom.

With four hours to go
The light turns on !.
New light reflects through the broken bottles
Joins the dots 
The shards of glass becomes holders of love.
More than four hours though…
Shines forever !.


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Walk across the Forth Road Bridge

Thursday morning
Day aff
Time to have a think…

Down the M9
To Edinburgh
And walk across the Forth Bridge.

In the car
It’s not very far
Only 26 miles,

Last day of sun
A’fore it rains a ton
Time for a few wee smiles.

Wind in hair
We must be there
Across the Firth of Forth,

Batteries charge
As the bridge looms large
So does the presence of the Lord.

Forth rail bridge
The diesel sings
As trains float over its tracks,

The red tinged steel
Matches the sun’s feel
As it works on our head and backs.

The path looks long
The curve rolls on
Approaching Queensferry north,

Cable and steel
Engineering congealed 
On the magnificent Firth of Forth.

The bird’s eye view
With the seagull crew
Reveal the Firth’s glory,

Where the bridges float
With the sailing boats
On this Edinburgh prairie.

Clock turns one
The walk is done
We leave the water and lorries,

Waste some time
Write another rhyme
As my wife and I smell the coffee.


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The ship of western culture

The ship of Western culture 
Drifts away slowly yet surely
In the ocean of rights
In a sea of wrongs.

It’s many captains steer
Towards a storybook port
Of “freedom, equality and justice” for all
Defined by gold dust
And the minority on the bottom deck;
Not by the King of Freedom, equality & Justice.

The ship keeps drifting 
Nae anchor
Too many captains
Too much democracy
Not enough leaders
Not enough Truth.

The educated and informed passengers 
Are well fed
Enjoying the titanic view
Through their sun glasses 
Blocking out it’s light and rays
Reorganizing the deck chairs 
Busy, engaged and clever.

The ship keeps blowing steam
Desiring to go faster 
Vibrating at it’s own speed 
Looking efficient
Looking free.

Democracy negates the rudder
Personal ease fuels the engine
Free to head for the coral and colourful reef
Too far gone to save itself 
Makes this ship unsustainable.

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The division referendum

Scot against Scot
Pal against pal
“Test the spirits” the King advises.

The division referendum manipulates the innocent
Stirs up the trusting
Controls the simple
Blinds the tunnel visioned
Cajoles the selfish change makers 
Tae think that they are bought and sold for English gold.

But a shepherd sees the hurt
The division
Weeps at the anger and the fear
How the past will be spent on another model of itself.

The wise sees another Kingdom
Another King
All powerful 
Who makes all kingdoms become the power of His own…

He wins the Division referendum.


The day before in George Square, Glasgow. (17.9.2014)










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