Living off the edge
Ready to fly
Standing on the precipice
Looking down
Full gaze into the face of fear
Despising its grip
Then jumping
No holds barred
No bars imprisoning me
For how can I a dead man die
I’m once dead
Twice alive
Full breath blown into supernatural confidence
For no one or nothing can kill this body
Once dead
The power of resurrection life
Nothing can separate me from Gods love
In Christ
Therefore nothing is impossible through faith
In Christ.



Striped naked
Every branch laid bare
Not even a green leaf
Only a dried up stump in the ground
Just the scent of spring
Would be enough to remember
The days of richest fruit
Each branch stretching beyond the next
With lush and greenest leaf
Oh never to forget
The roots that run deep
Holding on to the strongest rock
Which will never lose it’s grip
Then once His pruning work is done
The buds begin to bloom
The fruit spreads out upon each branch
Fully laden they now hang
Many a weary stranger finds
Shelter under its majestic shade
The Master always brings
Life up from the grave
When you look with eyes of faith
You will see
His touch in everything.

His story

Gather in the story’s
Let them be told
Speak them out
Let their colours arise
They will melt in your mouth
Sweeter than honey
Strong as a lions roar
Encased in the fragile frame of man
An ancient script from before time began
Light more glorious
Brighter than dawn
Truth more powerful
Than mountains of old
The uncovering of
The greatest mystery of all
That His story
Is now mine to be told.