Caught in a World

Caught in a world 

Silently trapped.

No crying heard.

No going back.

Motionless movement.

Only a stir.

No dancing jig.

No evening twirl. 

Memories vivid.

Dreaming inside.

No recompense.

No chance for regret.

Patiently waiting.

Wanting to hear.

The voice of the maker

Say I'm over here.

©Revdjo 15/9/13

No words can express

In the silence of night,

And cool autumn breeze,

My wandering mind

It falls to its knees.

Struggling to think,

Spiralling pain,

Empty inside

I call on your name.

No words can express,

I struggle to say,

As I pour out my soul 

Transformed by your Spirit.

Memories fixed,

Won't be forgotten,

Forgiveness and love

Grace reconciled.

Justice for all,

Or only the righteous?

These are the questions 

Please answer them Lord.

©Revdjo 11/9/13

There is a cost

There is a cost

That God requires

My heart,

My mind,

My soul.

There is a cost 

To follow Him

Repent,

Forgive,

Baptism.

There is a cost

To living faith

Stand-up,

Proclaim,

And shout

There is a cost

Already paid by

Jesus,

Our Lord,

Saviour.

This is our prize

Now shout it out

Refined,

Set free,

Delivered.

Know the Saviour's

Love today

By grace

You are

Forgiven.

©Revdjo 26/8/13

The tune of the hymn by Horatius Bonar that was going through my head when I write the above.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
“Come unto Me and rest;
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
Thy head upon My breast.”
I came to Jesus as I was,
Weary and worn and sad;
I found in Him a resting place,
And He has made me glad.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
“Behold, I freely give
The living water; thirsty one,
Stoop down, and drink, and live.”
I came to Jesus, and I drank
Of that life-giving stream;
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,
And now I live in Him.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
“I am this dark world’s Light;
Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise,
And all thy day be bright.”
I looked to Jesus, and I found
In Him my Star, my Sun;
And in that light of life I’ll walk,
Till trav’ling days are done.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
“My Father’s house above
Has many mansions; I’ve a place
Prepared for you in love.”
I trust in Jesus—in that house,
According to His word,
Redeemed by grace, my soul shall live
Forever with the Lord.

Ministry

It's a calling
Ingrained in the heart,
No going back
God's love to impart.

It's a calling
Full of God's hope,
Ministering the Word
God's love to impart.

It's a calling
Bubbling with joy,
His Spirit's anointing
God's love to impart.

It's a calling
Faith - if you will,
Trust and devotion
God's love to impart.

It's a calling
A challenge, a way,
Take it or leave it
God's love to impart.

It's a calling
Will you stop praying,
And tell me
What do you say?

©Revdjo 20/8/2013

Clean

I've been cleaning the house tonight. Here's a poem that arrived as I soaked awake my aches in the bath - one of my places of inspiration. I hope to like it.

'Throw out the rubbish'

I heard you say.

I emptied the bins,

for the sake of my sins.

'What about those spots?'

I looked around..

And scrubbed and cleaned,

I washed the pots.

'The dust in the corner.'

'The speck over there?'

I hovered the rug

And under the chair.

I listen for your voice.

I hear only a din.

The music next door.

I open the gin.

Drowning my sorrows

I put up my feet.

It's comfy here.

I fall asleep.

'What about your hands?

And the state of your heart?'

I open my eyes.

You gave me a start!

©Revdjo 7/8/13

Sharing the shame

Lost in my body

My soul escapes.

It ventures the road 

others won't take.

Tears lost inside

Pain is my name.

Shouting at me

Sharing my shame.

If only you saw 

The man at the door.

Watching with me

As I look at the floor.

They use me 

And abuse me.

They look

And they prod.

Day after day,

Hour after hour,

Minute by minute

I look at the clock.

I wonder if I 

Will ever remember,

Sunshine and freedom

The rain in September?

©Revdjo 21/7/13

Today we had a speaker, Andrew Wrath, from Hope for Justice. When will human trafficking end? We commemorate the abolishing of the slave trade but yet it still continues. Human trafficking is the slave trade of this century. It needs to stop; until then we share the shame. Please Lord let it end.