A Poem by Heidi

We are the birds
Christ is our wings
The Holy Spirit's our voice that sings
The Almighty is He that makes us want to fly higher
To live closer to Him who never does tire

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Dreams | Nick Cox

My heart’s desire before You, open wide I laid.
So You could see my thought and dreams, all the plans I’d made.
To You I ran through prayer and praise - with nothing to hide.
And then as silent tears fell I watched, as those dreams I’d seen - they died.

My heart was Yours to shape and to mould,
And I wished to live my life with You and grow old.
Yet as the radiant warmth of those dreams soon faded
So also did my heart grow weak and hard and jaded.

What's left inside, now, Lord, I do not know?
But if your Spirit still resides there, let Him show
His presence in my life so those around me may find
The warm glow of hope and be encouraged, in kind.

But what of those dreams, will they ever return?
Only when in my life I acknowledge You and turn,
To see Your face and outstretched arms that before me lie
And realise that through Your Love, no dreams will ever die.

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Going Home? | Nick Cox

Another stone, so round and smooth
to lie within my belly, it will not move.
A piece of dirt, so foreign, so plain,
to swallow, once more, like my guilt and shame.
And now dirt and stones in my body they mix,
just a vain attempt, this pain and anguish to fix.

But to come home to you, father, is what my heart cries.
Yet my sin, so great, always before me now lies.
And that you might not accept me, is really why,
I stay here in this place, with these pigs, so certain to die.

Oh my Lord, lift me up out of this mire
That I might see Your love, gaze in your eyes
And feel wanted, cared for and belonging
Not shunned, cast-out, empty and longing.

So, now I will cast aside this repulsive sty
To begin the journey home to you and fly
Away from this hovel that hides your face
And dwell once again in your love and grace.

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