Fuel Station

Switch off the sat nav

We know better

Next left for our desires

And follow the highway to destruction

 

The warning signs flash

Crying for us to make a U-turn

But we turn it to mute

And we shut out the small, still voice

 

We do stop at the fuel station

For our weekly top up

But we invest as little as we can

A token gesture to ease our conscience

 

The car judders to a halt

As the engine begins to break down

We finally break our silence

And we call out to God

 

As He draws near to the window

We quickly lock the door

Though there is tenderness in His eyes

Our grip tightens on the wheel

 

We beg Him to mend us

To get our lives running again

We cry out about our problems

But we know the problem is really us

 

The fuel tank is empty

The engine ruined

No more pretending now

It is time to give up the wheel

The Canyon

The canyon stretches for miles

A savage stab wound in the earth

Its path is punctuated with decorations

Piles of dry bones and stacks of skulls

Death marks out its domain

 

Once in its deep trench

There is no climbing out

It is a cesspit that sucks away all life

The echoing silence the warning siren

That living things should not come here

 

A lone traveller walks through

Well aware of the dangers

He carries nothing but a shovel

The canyon bares its jaws wide at this morsel

But there is no fear in his step

 

He begins to dig with his shovel

Hammering the ground with all his might

The sound echoing in the vastness

Vultures descend as if to mock

But he will not give up

 

The traveller hits the deep springs below

And water begins to flow

As they do the sky darkens above

Storm clouds summoned in by his hard work

This canyon is about to change forever

 

The water flows and flows

Washing away the old skeletons

Cleansing it from its torrid past

So that this canyon, once of dust and decay,

Now erupts into a carpet of green

 

Psalm 84:5-6 – “Blessed are those whose strength is in you, whose heart is set on pilgrimage. As they pass through the Valley of Baka, they make it a place of springs; the autumn rains also cover it with pools.”

Worth

I saw no worth in me

Yet You gave up all You had for me

Hurtful words stuck to my forehead like labels

You spun Your loving words into a crown for me

You rebuilt the ruins of my self esteem

Into a castle, secure and steadfast

Though my heart was locked away

Guarded by tangles of barbed wire

You walked in and healed my deep hurts

You told me I was more

Than the mistakes I had made

You told me I was Yours and nothing could change that

The lies that bound me fell away

And I found my worth in You

Coat Tails of Hope

I cling to the coat-tails of Hope

If only I could just touch

Just brush the hem of His garment

I would be healed

 

I have clung onto so many things

My pride, my self-image

I would not yield control of my life

But everything you hold on to

Eventually you lose

 

It was only when I let go

Of the lies I took comfort in

That my hands

So long stained with mud

Could finally be cleaned

 

Now as I hold on to Him

He holds on to me

And lifts me out of the pit

 

Cracked Pots

Shattered pieces

Shards of clay

Life has handled us roughly

The once smooth texture

Now riddled with a thousand cracks

 

Damaged goods

Too far gone

We slide to the back of the shelf

Hide ourselves behind the unbroken pots

And we give up on ourselves

 

But He doesn’t

He searches in the shadows

For those who hide

For those whose confidence has shattered

To bring restoration and to bring new hope

 

Cracks of shame

Filled with the clay of grace

Old scars of torment

Now our tale of redemption

We step forward

Back into the light

Cry of my Heart

An empty cry

Rising from an empty heart

The holding place of a yearning

That is threatening to break out

 

Surging like the sea

Its roar so immersive

Thrashing in frustration

All this in me

And somehow no one must see

 

But You see

And You understand

For in You was the same passion

And You let it flow out

Rivers of love streaming from the base of the cross

 

You draw near to me

You gently touch my restless heart

Its ceaseless thudding like a bass drum

Fading softly under Your guidance

 

You fill the void

The emptiness that caused me to cry out

Now I know where I belong

Your love has made me whole