- Other Side of the Jordan
- Cries of the Redeemed Sinner
- Why I call you Brother
Other Side of the Jordan
Bright supernatural glory brighter than the sun. I dream of, life above me. I dream of, the one. The lakes and trees: the great wonder falls short, of what He sees: Miraculous yonder. Transcending, earthly pleasures. Matchless, to vain desires exceeding, natural measures: Haven of joyous martyrs. Life, like no other, I reconsider. Human order? I reason deeper. Beyond, my imagination, I find: your nature, truly refined. My understanding feeble to comprehend, the towering splendour, the beauty of the end. The flesh, repels strongly, against its gates. within the wells, salvation awaits. Language fails. What joyous miracle! The falling of the scales, the fire shall rekindle. Water of meaning baptised, I am, in fire. Clothed, In the warmth of your healing my gracious messiah. Afar, lies of existence, embraced, I am, in truth. Searching, for deeper essence I find, no greater sooth. The void, in my soul I feel no longer. I watch, unfold: a garment; holy thunder. To die; to live, I must, to see. The day, the eve of you, and me.
Cries of the Redeemed Sinner
I have been freed of evil grasps, which intended to abuse, and render me bound. I wonder, in loud silence: the outcome, of the rest of days. I contemplate night and day, how my sorrows: in the dark, shall be made, to joys: in the light. Proclivities, tingle in agonising excitement. I resist; of resentful will. I contemplate. I contemplate. I contemplate: sorrows, only for the dark. I await: the joys of the light. Unaware, I was of you, by my side. Friendly, constant companion. How long, have you been there? All along, Through the night and day, He responds. I am here, to comfort you, He exclaims. And lead you, on a glorious path: to the joys of the light, to the joys of the light.
A part of me, to share, unleash the smile within. Delivered from despair; my life is worth living. Never separated; though we are apart, a slice, dedicated lies in your heart. The truth, we hate, feelings, we crave. Longings, innate, of mine, I gave. Far or near, our love runs deep. I come to bear with tears I weep. The nights, we flew our minds, in space. A spark, who knew? would light my face. In you, I learnt, to love my brother. The times, we spent will last forever. The dreams we hold so dear, today; rise from, untold pain, all the way. To see again; we swore, to fate. We play, a game of love, so great. In time, we will be whole again. To sooth, and seal the verge of bane.
Why I call you Brother
Desperation, swinging The edge, I stand. I’m not alone, you remind, stretching out your hand. Great journeys lie ahead, our paths, deeply intertwined again, I see, my friend a love so deep, so kind. No superficial spectacle, no pleasure can deny, the beasts we wrestle with: dance together, tonight. My brother, my brother. My brother! Do you see what I see? On this journey, we face the same enemy! Poisonous, but sweet. Do not be seduced, for if you are, your feet shall surely be bruised. Tread the earth, you while but Sisyphean, your search. For if enticed, you mile, glory, shall not emerge. To break away: you need, to soar the hill ahead. No longer shall you heed to voices in your head. In time, you shall arise and dine, with worms in dirt. To set alight, the eyes: to lift your smile and hurt. Then, shall you know and see the joy of truth, within: it sets, the bound free. To rest, it leads you in. I look, in holy wonder: new meaning with my brother. The journey, we sojourn with him, I renew. Contempt, we burn to bloom, with You. Alas, I slay judgement, for I see, the price, you pay I shall, to guarantee; a life, of peace of love, I must lead, to have, and squeeze the vine, of the creed. What shall we do? Our road shall one day end until then, you shall be a mirror and a friend. In you, forever, shall reside a light of truth, to fulfil.
Showers of amity to sheen the spirit. The pressing on, for things unseen. Waves of faith, for greater days, on it, to surf amidst the chains. Closet, of the hurt, the secret place of strength, to drink, of the cup the fullness of the throne. Prisoner of hope surely, it shall come. Anchor of the light brink of morning shine. Many nights, in blissful silence many days of peace. In the bright, there lies a crown to bind the truth within. Farther than you dig, in it, you shall find a mild consuming fire guarding through the times. Legacy of Effiong, the tree, shall one day yield. The stairway of grace, true power of the weak. A wind, making whole, priding in tenderness. Capstone, looked down upon, in him, shall ye be seen. Grasses, held as gold shall die, and be gone. New wine, quickening, the pain allows for joy.