The Shepherd

At the head of every flock,
stands one, 
with a heart for all.
One who leads by example,
and obeys the call.

A shepherd’s job is simply,
 to care and to feed.
And occasionally kill a wolf
should there arise a need.

His work may take him,
from valleys to clefts!
For when the sheep are hurting,
it’s the shepherd,
 who binds up and lifts.

Now mountains produce,
shade...wind, and rocks.
But it’s also a place of growth,
for a shepherd and his flock.

A mountain may seem steep
when you’re heading up the flock.
So when you grow weary, 
 rest upon The Rock.

But now it’s time to lead,
 and continue the climb.
As you rescue those lost,
While there is... still time!


Revival, at Hand

 Hungry hearts are calling out,
to Father God above.
Send us Your Fire,
send us Your Dove!

The Wind of The Spirit,
is starting to blow!
As the gust grow stronger,
in a radical flow.

The Fire of The Spirit,
 again is starting to be seen.
From Asia to The America’s,
and all in between.

The lost are being found,
as the hungry are fed.
 Living Christians are arising,
from amongst the dead.

Yes the Wind is blowing,
 and fanning the Flame.
As miracles are seen again,
In Jesus Name!

We’ve prayed for revival,
on every continent and land.
Now prepare yourself Church,
revival is at hand!


We Call It...The Bible

It is The Word of God
And like it there is no other.
It is the Oak of Eternity,
Planted in the forest of forever!

With its roots wrapping themselves
Around The Rock of Ages!
And all who fall upon it
 Find strength eternal.

For it is a light unto our path
And a lamp unto our feet!
It is milk unto babes,
And to the mature it is meat!

Nations have been born by
The WORD of this book!
And nations have fallen
For The WORD they forsook!

Yes the Bible is The Word of God
The God Who kept His Word!
One day on Calvary’s Hill,
For all who have not heard!



In the home of perfection,
where there is no night.
Came the first rebellion,
from a creature of light.

Just one wrong choice,
and rebellion was born.
Then eternal destruction,
for the one who had scorned.

War in the heavens,
was what it had birthed.
The scorners fell like lighting,
banished to earth.

In the garden of perfection,
made by God's own hand.
Even there,
rebellion... came to the land.

Two of perfection,
and one wrong choice.
Both gave an ear,
when rebellion gave voice.

Fallen and banished,
like the scorners before.
First spirit then flesh,
perfect no more.

From a moment in eternity,
until the time of the end.
Rebellion remains pregnant,
birthing its sin.


A Moment With The Son

In this life we all strive,
For our moment, in the sun.
We take great joy
In momentarily, being number one!

I would gladly trade them all
For one moment with The Son.
I would gladly return all my days,
Of being number one!

I would return my rewards, my achievements
 My accolades, of this earth.
To stand one moment,
With The First of First.

In His presence
Where no evil can stand!
I would gladly bow my knees,
As He took my hand!

How could I stand knowing,
He paid for my sin,
 with His own Blood.
And endured my punishment,
Upon that cross of wood?

If I had but that one moment,
Would I ever be the same?
As I looked upon Him,
Who took my shame?

Him, Who endured suffering,
Beyond the measure of man.
That we should never suffer like that,
 If we took His hand.

When I returned,
Would I be as I was before?
Or would,
 just one moment with The Son,
Leave me longing for more?


The Saltiness of the Believer

Time has a way,
Of decomposing all things.
Be they mineral or organic,
Time is the culprit,
 For the rot that it brings.

Ship’s made to sustain,
An enemies torpedo shot!
Lay at the bottom of the ocean,
Engulfed in rot!

Planes that once flew,
Record heights.
Now sit rusting alone
Incapable of flight!

Much is lost,
To time and rot.
For when one is not preserved,
Time demands, that they be forgot!

The Bible tells Christians,
“You are the salt of the earth.”
But if we lose of our savor,
Then what are we worth?

Salt preserves,
Though the saltless rot!
Salt leaves a taste after it’s gone,
The saltless does not.

Will we be that taste
Not soon to be forgotten.
Or will we be earthly,
Just forgotten and rotten?


The Wanderer

I am but a wanderer,
I call no place home.
The places I travel,
I journey alone.

I am a face in the crowd,
a dim reflection in the glass.
Just another long shadow,
as I walk past.

I have no roots, no ties,
nothing earthly to hold me down.
Nothing to cling to,
as I travel round and round.

Oh I've passed right bye you,
you see I look like all the rest.
Those with a home,
and those with a quest.

I still stop along the way,
and rest for a time.
But wherever I am,
 I know...
 this place isn't mine.

So now I just wander,
from place to place.
Content to walk alone,
as I finish my race.


He Was There

He was there,
before the galaxy was even young.
He was there,
when the sun was hung.

He was there,
when the ocean beds were dry.
He was there,
when the stars were hung in the sky.

He was there,
when day was assigned the light.
He was there,
when darkness was granted the night.

He was there,
 when mans eyes first opened wide.
He was there,
to stand by his side.

He was there,
when man fell from grace.
He was there,
to offer His Son in our place.

God is still God,
in every way.
And He's still there,
Even today…