Orphan

Created and formed by the DNA of my mother and father. Only to come through the birth canal to be left. By mother. And father. Whisked away by unknown¬† hands. Away from the nine months of familiarity. Into the unfamiliar. The voices I once heard. I no longer remember. Learning new voices. And new spaces.…

Revival

We cry out for revival. We cry out for change. We cry out for the fire. We cry out for the Glory. We cry. And we cry. When revival is an inside job. Lord radically change our hearts. Into your Likeness. So our hearts can become one with yours. So we can run this race.…

Code Blue

The arrhythmia's of life. Brought me here. My feeble heart. Shocked by waves of pain. Bleeding until the river runs dry. Like the Red Sea. The walls of my heart. Quivering from the blows. Life threw my way. The beat becoming faint. From the turbulent storms. My breath laboring. Is this the end? Code Blue.…

Fighting to Live

The battle. Begun. 39 years ago. The day I entered life. Designed in His image. Destined with a beautiful purpose. The fight began. For my soul. As I journeyed. The intensity intensified. Thoughts of suicide plagued me. The destroyer. After my heart for God. The liar. Lying about my identity. The truth. Pursuing me. My…

Encounter

A meeting place. Where man meets divinity. In the garden of¬† his heart. An exchange. His life for his. He abides. In him. He is no longer the same man before the meeting. He arises. No longer bitter and empty. Filled. With love that surpasses human understanding. Brought to his knees. Overwhelmed by the weight…

Proclaim

I proclaim JESUS IS LORD. I proclaim that HE is the Saviour. I proclaim that He is the way, truth and life. I proclaim there is no other way. I proclaim Jesus is the way. I proclaim that every knee will bow and confess Jesus is Lord. I proclaim He is alive. I proclaim He…

Break Every Chain

He is free. Or is he? He's enslaved by the words of a man. Spoken 400 years ago. He is free. Or is he? His mind held captive by the chains of poverty. And he succumbs to lack. He is free. Or is he? He visits his child once or even maybe twice a year.…

Religious Performer

I grew up in church since I was five years old. My family attended five out of the seven days of the week. We were there more than being at our own home. Church was all I and my family knew. I knew the church lingo. I knew to dance when the break in music…