Monthly Archives: October 2013

Life after death, living after love

2 Corinthians 5:14-16 “For the love which Christ has [for me] presses on me from all sides, holding me to one end and prohibiting me from considering any other, wrapping itself around me in tenderness, giving me an impelling motive, having brought me to to this conclusion, namely, that One died on behalf of all in order that those who are living no longer are living for themselves but for the One who died on their behalf and instead of them, and was raised.” (Wuest version)

His feather soft love
Wraps around me like a mother eagle
Clings around me like plastic wrapping
Around an unopened gift.

It holds me into His fulness
It sucks me away from temporal emptiness
It teaches me to live from Love’s Source
Like a smiling teacher and a hungry pupil.

Pulling in Life
Keeping out death
Teaching, releasing, assuring
Life comes from Love, not by rights.

It sacrifices itself
Motivates to sacrifice to Him and others
Life after death
Is living after Love.

His love.

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Carry

I stroll down to the wee burn
The snow feathers through the mist.

I carry my camera
I carry my cares
I carry my requests
Yet I carry His presence.

Alone yet not alone
Out of the Spirit, into the mind
Impressions
Knowings
Perceptions.

I walk out of the mist
Back home
He carries me.

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Climb the learning curve of gratitude

When life gives you all you need
And you fly to the highest altitude,
Before you run out oxygen
Climb the learning curve of gratitude.

When life withholds all you need
And you start to get an attitude,
Before you drown in despair
Climb the learning curve of gratitude.

When you don’t live up to your own standards
Give yourself some latitude,
And walk your way out of depression, and
Climb the learning curve of gratitude.

When you’re losing your direction
And noise replaces your solitude,
Walk back to the peace and still, and
Climb the learning curve of gratitude.

When you feel you can’t get lower
Just remember His beatitudes,
It’s the humble that inherits all things, so
Climb the learning curve of gratitude.

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The eyes begin to change

If you look at his face
You will see a smile
But look into his eyes
And see the emptiness
His soul is numb
Not even a crumb
From life’s table
Left for the dog.

Without hope
Anesthetic emotions take control
Put out the fire
Numb the dream
That filled the pupil of the eye
Suboxon prescribed just narrows the pupil
Until the only thing seen
Is the next meal and prescription…

Nothing else.

The chaplain comes into his sight
Looks at the eyes and not the smile
Relationship established inside emotional bars
The chaplain begins to open some doors
Says “you have some intelligence and an ability to discern”
The surprised prisoner says “no ever told me that before”
The pupils begin to widen and the whites turn a little red
The eyes begin to change.

* Suboxone is prescribed to prisoners. You can tell they have been prescribed this because their pupils narrows dramatically.

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The Pastor’s wife

She holds his hand
In support, she takes his stand
She holds his fears
Inside her tears
When she cries for her man
Who inhabits a spiritual land.

She winces at his pain
When flesh and blood fail him
Again and again
And the critical arctic blasts
That bring a coldness in his soul
Try to freeze his bones until they cannot move.

The headlights flow into each other
Heading home after locking the late night door
He stares down the headlights
Then looks into the future
Across the centre, she holds his tired hand again
Knowing the highway will never end.

The curtains light up again
She puts a brew at the side of his bed
He turns the page and refreshes his spirit
And drinks in some heavenly wisdom
Spirit to spirit, Man to man, Deep unto deep
Here he goes again, so here she goes again too.

Refreshed, refocused, reassured
Their bones thaw
Their spirits are full
They embrace their source
But she’ll keep an eye
On the one whom she shares with the world and heaven.

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Cos Christ lives in me

When I think of all the things that I have gained
Paid in blood
Proven love
This grace so freely given softens every blow
Melts the heart
Made of stone
Now I can sing, with everything in me,

CHORUS

God is Love
God is Grace
God is Peace
God is Rest
His glories flowing through me,

He’s my Rock
He’s my strength
He’s my Life
He’s my breath
All this cos Christ lives in Me.

Copyright Peter Hall 3/10/2013

the mystery which has been hidden from ages and from generations, but now has been revealed to His saints. To them God willed to make known what are the riches of the glory of this mystery among the Gentiles: which is Christ in you, the hope of glory. (Colossians 1:26, 27 NKJV)

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National poetry day UK

#nationalpoetryday Scotland
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#nationalpoetryday
#poetrydayuk
#poetryisfun
#poetry

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Grace is power

The grace that comes in the heavenly spade
Paid by the God of the great exchange
Surpasses the cleansing of conscience and sin
And reaches into the nature within.

For we are gifted the power of God
Who greatly and freely covered the cost,
That we can house His nature and power
That doesn’t fade like a self-willed flower.

This power and nature cuts off the source
Of the rotting life birthed in our lust,
Replaced by the power that now can be traced
To the unforced tune and rhythms of grace.

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as His divine power has given to us all things that pertain to life and godliness, through the knowledge of Him who called us by glory and virtue, by which have been given to us exceedingly great and precious promises, that through these you may be partakers of the divine nature, having escaped the corruption that is in the world through lust. for so an entrance will be supplied to you abundantly into the everlasting kingdom of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. (II Peter 1:3, 4, 11 NKJV)

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I cast my care

There was a man who bore a tree
On His back for you and me,
The curse of law and death and sin
Drained all Life contained within.

There was a man who bore a tree
And carried me eternally
To a crown on heaven’s chair
It’s easy now to cast my care.

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