Treacle {walking}


I want to blast the horn

And bang timbrel and drum

I want to blow the trumpet

To shout Jesus is Lord in my life


Inside, in my heart, I can dance

Proclaiming from the rooftops

Shouting out with joy

Resounding through the air


And I am a believer

I know that it is His chest I lean back on

It is His arms around me in protection

It is Him that strokes my hair


But I am stuck

Stuck in this mud filled swamp

Some days I can barely breath

Let alone shout.


Just like the psalmist of old

I cry out in the darkness

I plead for this distortion to leave

Over and over I cry out His name


I see the people around me

With their bubbly, friendly smiles

And yet I can’t connect

A treacle barrier persists


One day I shall jump up

I shall leap in praise of the Lord

But today I thank God He is with me

Keeping me safe and sound


I am being stretched but not shattered

There is a strain on my heart as I fumble

In the dark to move to His rhythm

I am sitting in the middle of a storm


I have no ship, no boat

Not even a rudder

I am tossed around with the waves

But I surrender all to Him who knows best


Today I choose to live, to live in Christ

Today I choose to sit in this mire

Until He lifts me up, lifts me out

And places me once more on the solid rock.

…wrestling in prayer for you, that you may stand firm in all the will of God, mature and fully assured. — Colossians 4:12



He sat on the side of the mountain

I sat and listened all day

To the pictures that sprang from his mouth

Of a great and beautiful place

I sat and listened to this man

A great teacher and preacher to all

He spoke gently and kindly to all of us present

And to all who would read his great words

I was included in this great picture

Lowly and dirty though I

His love crashed through the barricades

The barriers of law that kept me out

The words floated from his mouth

And nestled in my heart

A symphony of letters

Broke through hurt and pain and loss

He sat on that mountainside

Teaching good news to all

That God loves us all each one alike

And all can know that love

My God

Your unfailing love is priceless

Your righteousness like mighty mountains

Your justice deeper than deep, deep, seas

Your faithfulness is boundless

And Your love reaches even me

In the shadow of your wings

I find rest, shelter and peace

The Light of this world

Humbled to walk as us

Punished as a living sacrifice

I owe You so much

Unworthy as I am, You love me

Sinner before You, Your grace envelopes

I confess, I heal, born anew

Broken hearted, remade soft

inspired by Psalm 36

A letter to Santa? the poem

I want a dad that doesn’t drink

Until he throws up in the kitchen sink

I want a mum who doesn’t bark

And kick and I hide from in the dark

I want relations who don’t bicker

Showing off to which one is thicker

I want a brother I can look after

That I can tickle with bursts of laughter

I want a sister I can keep safe

Away from those who in their deeds, chafe

I want a way out of here to a sunny place

Just a few hours to give my head space