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Lost Words

Everything fades at the end of the day
Time ticks by and the seconds make way
For a trip of a lifetime on the sleep train
As words expire and then numb the brain;
Can it be that the sun begat rain
When the wind blew straight and the pain
Was felt as you flushed down the drain
With a rhythmic sway that stole the words
That caused you to stumble when you climbed the stairs;

Watching the night light flicker off and on
As the day flashes by like a bad neon;
Terrible lines appear on the brow as wounds
From the work scar you gained at the loom,
Seeing the light flash brighter then dark
And nobody sees as you try to park alongside
The bus at the stop to the city, waking or sleeping
The day is escaping all thought that you worked at all;
Did wondrous fears overcome your desserts
When eating and sleeping are nowhere in sight
And words tumble around that memory space
But you have forgotten the time or the place
And visions of beauty and strangers implode
As the world of your wording is lost in the thought
Of a thesaurus vocabulary as words fall out
And there is no cavalry to rescue at the last resort;

As everything fades and memories jade, 
Seeking all thoughts for words that engage
And finding the light has gone away
The dream of the wordsmith has lost his way
And the desert is calling as words keep falling
And nobody can show the way to the entrance again;
And light flashes on and off again as the last word 
Expires and falls from the brain
And the words drop off and silence reigns.

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Happy Ever After

Does happily ever after really exist?
Is it a cruel joke with a sardonic twist?
When the girl gets the boy, or boy the girl,
Life seems so good, a love affair in a whirl;
But the fairy princess dream, prince charming scream
Escapes the heart and blows the mind
As the whole fanciful delusion you’ll never find;

Watching the chick flick on an extra-large screen,
Can you feel the favour as you join the scene
That shows the hero marry the girl, 
Then see him run away with the best man?
There are no happy endings in this world today;
The joke is the kicker in the face that blows away
Every thought of romance, rather escape to France!

But you continue hoping for that fairy tale end,
When the prince rides in on a charger and steals you away;
Are you blind to the passion that burns in the head,
While the heart beats faster, you could end up dead
As the perfect amour breaks in to your soul,
And stirs up the hornets that burn you whole,
Now the happy ever after can fall into the abyss;

Stop searching for happy ever after, the prince has left
And the dream is over, while you discover you are bereft
As the lover you thought was the prince of your dreams
Turned out to be the extorter of screams
And stealer of hearts, who smashes the happiness into the park
Leaving you wandering the streets after dark,
Hoping to discover it was never your part to end this way;

Happy ever after never happens in real life,
There is crying, there is pain, and so much strife;
Reach out with your heart to the only true love,
The one who stretched his arms on a cross and said,
‘I love you this much’ and gave you his life;
With a thunderous roar the grave gave up the dead,
And the Prince of Heaven rose up and lives no more departed;

So stop trying to find your prince in your dreams,
The only one you need has seen your scenes
And reaches into your heart to take out the pain
From losing the hope of true romance, all you need is a second chance,
And the hand of the Son of the King, who will give more than a ring;
Crown is received if you will bend the knee,
In homage to the only Prince where happy ever after is seen.

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October 31st

They say it’s the night of demons and the devil,
Yet little children run free scaring strangers 
And knocking doors, receiving bribes to go next door;
They say it’s a night when the devil roams free
Well he ain’t coming anywhere near me!

I have a Light that’s brighter than night,
I have the Light that emanates from heaven
The Light of the World that scares the devil
And sends him and his demons scuttling back to hell;
And the Light of the World sets my heart free
As I watch for the day the Light becomes real to us all,
They say it’s the night the devil roams the streets,
Well I have the Light that gives the devil a fright
And my Light’s alright, so no night of fright for me!

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Destination Resurection

Revolution, evolution,
Destitution, distribution,
Everything is seeking for attention
From the world at large;
Restitution, institution, possibly a
Contribution to the human race,
Seeking some kind of place
To hide from the face staring at me
From the mirror in the restoration room;
Consideration, constipation,
Does anyone want to dance the syncopation?

Embarkation to any destination
Revelation leading to salvation
Whenever the attention is found
The world goes to ground and no one is found
Looking for the resurrection not condemnation
Waiting to see the embarkation to the last port of call;
Is it easy to sail with the wind
When the wind is a hurricane and your sails are paper thin?
Did you dance with the devil when you thought you could win?
Were you seeing the dark thinking light would come in?

Modification, classification, did anyone see
The daily action that took place as a reaction
To your desecration of the institution of a leading man?
Are you looking for inspiration to continue
The stroll through your libation
While stumbling around in the dark of your mind,
Then tripping aloud in the confusion of your kind
Hearing the call to follow the true path
When salvation calls again, and the precipitation
Of the rainfall for the nation rises as you see the light
And dark fades into light as radiation filters
Toward the heart and the destination board changes
For your restitution and resurrection rises again.

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Church Reluctant, Church Militant

We’ve marched along the watchtower,
And stepped across the wall,
We’ve looked for hearts of gold
And joined the band on the run,
The road we walk is rocky and narrow
As we step towards the gate,
And we sing songs of praises
When from life we escape;

We lost the way to the sanctuary
And forgot that there is a need to pray
We’ve become the church of Christ reluctant
When the sermon is so twee,
The preacher speaks of being…’just like me’;
The worship has become a sing-a-long
And the prayers a by numbers rote;
The road we walk is getting wider now;

We’ve heard of stars on Sunday,
And songs of praise from Skegness;
We’ve gone to Soul Survivor,
Greenbelt and the big day out;
We’ve danced at all the festivals
From Glastonbury to Reading
And we’ve made excuses for missing church
As the road becomes a motorway to the stars;

Now the days are growing darker
And the truth is finding the markers
That speak of pulpit notoriety
When all the thoughts that build the preacher
Fall on deaf ears who welcome Jesus
As the Church wakes from its slumbers
And preachers drop the numbers
For the reality of the Gospel of Truth;

The media mocks the religious,
While the Church stands with shoulders stooped;
When once the church of Christ reluctant
Spoke with mumbled part and gave
The easy option to let the world get out,
Now the day has come when the world 
Has overcome, and the church is falling faint
While the world changes what God gave;

Then the Spirit ignites the hearts of men
And psalms and songs are taught again
The Word of God is preached to retain
The heart and soul of all who come
To welcome Christ, the radical King,
And stand on the Word that gives all life again;
The church of Christ is militant by name
And now the world will see the same march in His fame;

We’ve marched down every High Road
And sung at every celebration
And the word we hear is God’s very own,
That sows our hearts with seeds that grow
We are the church of Christ Militant
No longer reluctant to stand on Truth;
So we will walk the narrow way
And welcome Christ every day;

We believe the Bible tells the truth,
That Christ was the Word from creation,
There is a passion aflame in His church
That is flickering brightly around the world;
And Christ has become our battle cry
While the world still turns its back
And cries every time the pulpit calls the world to order;
Now as Church of Christ Militant, the world fears the fight;

We’ll sing, we’ll preach, we’ll march with Gospel feet;
The day will come when the world
Will bend the knee and lips declare
Jesus Christ as Lord, 
And the church of Christ reluctant
With militant offence, step up to the Word
And now the world is quaking 
As the church lifts up God’s head.

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Fog

Cold autumnal morning,
Winter warning sounds around
As fog seeks to enter
And smother the mind
From seeing the future
Keeping you blind;
Fog on the river,
Fog on the road,
Foot off the gas, fog on the grass;
This seeping damp
Dressed as clouds
Lowering the light
Lowering the sounds
Fog seeps into every place
Attempting to drown
The unaware;
Fog signals cold in the atmosphere
With everywhere enveloped in damp air;
Some love the fog
As it covers a lot of fears
With a cloud that disappears
The moment the sun begins to shine;
Love the fog,
It gives you time to think,
Time for reorientation, to find your place,
To discover your station;
Fog covers a crime, a love, a time to hide,
As life goes on around you;
When it lifts 
Time returns to you
And fog fills your mind
To excuse your time lost in the fog.

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More Than December

Christmas is more than December
It is so much more than I can remember,
So why does the season begin in the summer
When it’s not the time to purchase the plunder?
I have no reason to be early for the season
When the man in the suit arrives in the rain
And the kids begin to moan, give mum and dad pain;

If Christmas comes but once a year,
How can I honestly be of good cheer
The whole year round, when all I see are falling tears,
When the time to care for all disappears;
I have no reason to stop and stare
When the kids and the elves are flying through air
And the only words I hear are, how much for a pair?

Why do we celebrate just once a year?
For Christmas should be a time with no fear
And the festivity should be every day with no tears,
When all the gifts in the world try to compare
That nothing really gets folk to care
When the suited man and his elves are riding high
The only gift comes from above, as angels fill the sky;

If Christmas came every day, it would be easy to love;
But while it only arrives in December
It should be easy for all to remember
That Christmas begins in the heart;
For the Christ was born, lived and grew, becoming part
Of the history of us, and living after his death
When the rebirth became a gift to the heart;

We can celebrate Christ’s birth at Christmas
With friends and family together en masse;
To push out the man in the suit and those elves
Will set hearts free and be great for the health!
So why not celebrate Christmas all year round
With love in our hearts, enough to surround
The world with the sense that Christ is found;

Christmas is more than December
It is so much more than I can remember,
So when the season begins in the heat of summer
Let’s share God’s love and declare the ember
Is fired up, and the light is born today
When the man in the suit arrives in the rain
We can send him away, and tell him again and again;

Christmas is the time to remember
That what we celebrate in December
Is the birth of the Christ, deep in the night
And the angels sing out the glad news;
Today and tomorrow, the birth of God’s morrow
Is good news for the whole year through
So celebrate this honest truth by wishing to all,
Christ’s Birthday greetings around the world.

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Feathers On My Pillow

I feel the feathers on the pillow
As I lay on my bed of willow,
But where do I fly to in my dreams?

I see the great eagle owl soar high
Among the clouds and higher sight
In glorious technicolour flight
Where all around the clouds are soft
And comfort is my arrows sleep.

I feel the feathers on my pillow
As I lay on my bed of willow
And sense the coolness of the waving wing.

Angels hover over my head
As on soft clouds I rest in my bed;
But life is still in my heart
And my lungs breathe in fresh air
While I see the golden hair
Of angelic wings and feathers fair;

I soar higher in my dream
And hear the calling keen
Of eagle owl shout out my name
And Angels fly to join the game
Of guiding me through the scenes
Of romance and flight, of love in respite
As waking I feel the feathers on my pillow
And see the wings as they fade
Into the light of dawn, while I lay
On my bed of willow.

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Angels Sing

They say it’s cold on the hills at night,
As shepherds watch their sheep, and fight
The urge to close the eye to sleep;
They say that many a shepherd has lost the mind
As darkness overcomes the senses
And drives the demons deep inside, away from light
Then sheltered with the sheep in the fold;

When a fire flames bright, eyes turn to fright
As the sounds of the night echo loud;
And in the depths of the sky so dark
And light is seen as a supernatural strain
When Angels begin to sing
The shepherds query their sanity and sanctity
While watching the sky as stars begin to dance;

These shepherds, cold, stood shaking, bold,
As the voices they heard from above
And the fire burned bright as the stars that night
While shepherds hear the Angels sing
A song about a coming King and the place he is born;
Then sight and sound explodes around
While shepherds hurl themselves to the ground;

And Angels sing their hallelujahs, as shepherd’s quake,
While every moment takes history to a brand new place;
These shepherds run towards the town
To see the child, a King without a crown
And Angels sing their hallelujahs as they see the scene
When shepherds enter the down town stable
And give worship to the new born King;

Angels sing that first Noel, the day the world was changed;
Shepherds sing the joyful refrain and regain the flock
As to the hills they return convinced their day complete;
Angels sing the song that resounds around the globe
With every voice in heaven echoing to the tune
Then shepherds around their fire rejoice
As Angels gather with their host and worship Christ the King.

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Breathe

Breathe.
In, and out, breathe;
Breathe.
To live;
To be free;
To feel life course through veins;
Breathe; in, out, in, out;
Breathing keeps the heart beating,
The blood flowing,
The body growing;
Take a breath and smile,
Take the air in and wake your brain,
Breathe.
To be alive,
To survive,
Breath of life come lift us high;
Breathe and again, 
Take a breath and feel life coursing through,
Refreshing every part, every soul felt joy;
Breathe in the life that fills the lungs,
Breathe in the life that stills the fear of falling,
Breathe.
In and out, in and out,
Feel the body stretch and grow,
In and out,
Breath of life that fills your smile,
Breathe.