General Anaesthetic

She sits in church, anaesthetised.
Feels no pain, no lows no highs.
The drug is riddled through her blood
and all she feels is tug, tug, tug.

Negativity slow and subtle.
Disappointment, failure, struggle.
Let down, head down, hope no more.
Now at the lone 'indifference' door.

Unforgiveness and self pity rife
"Could this be how I live my life?"
But something in her screams out "No!
This will not do, please let me go."

Behind a wall the tears are flowing.
Behind the still her voice is growing
As fog surrounds, her mind it shouts,
"Please help me Lord, please lift me out.

Out of sluggish apathy,
Unforgiveness that just cripples me
May I not just feel tug, tug, tug
But freedom, passion, pain and love."

Anointed at Bethany

The room it is crowded,
the whole world is there.
She kneels down before him,
they all look and stare.
Barefoot and nervous,
hands loosen their grip.
The bottle tips forward,
so now this is it..


And Chanel no 5
drips down by your side.
The jar smashed and broken,
all around cries.
‘Girl are you crazy,
a foolish mistake!
A waste, are you stupid,
wrong choices you take.’


But you wink back at me,
this upside down peace.
Lord I am before you
and down on my knees.
My friends, yes my loved ones
may stand there arms crossed.
But this is all gain,
not one thing have I lost.

Coming Back

I'm coming back,

barefoot and broken

putting down

All the words spoken

letting go

I lift up my hands and I sing

I'm coming back

to the life given water

drinking deep

of your love beyond measure

letting go

lifting my hands to my king

You Alone

You, you alone

Satisfy my soul.

Nothing else can even come close.

You, you alone, you alone.

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And you, you alone, you alone,

quench this dry and thirsty heart, yes

you, you alone, you alone.

You're the giver of life,

you're the source of peace.

Ruler of my destiny.

So I will run into your arms.