Song of Longing

I heard a voice walking down the planet
A tune that drew me close to listen
It felt like a cheer but also like crying
I think it was both,the echo of distant voices
Some wailed while others rejoiced greatly
It was like the noise of battle won and lost
But both camps took turn to rejoice and mourn


I turned aside and heard a beautiful voice
It resounded across the globe
It spoke of beauty, love and celebration
It preached about hope, peace and joy
But then it stopped and it burst into wailing
It cried of loss, danger and death
I couldn’t understand this place


I listened to their music and it was amazing
It told of the wonder of man and his beauty
The songs of men addressed to their daughters
They had the sweetest words of the world
But on the other side a father cursed his son
A mother was troubled by his daughters
There was sadness, rage and despair


What’s wrong with this place I wondered
One time I’m loving it then I’m dreading it
One sings of joy the other of pain
I longed that the echo of sadness would end
That for once the music of joy would last
I wanted a good song to play until the end
But every time it was interrupted by sad news


It was a longing shared across the planet
People wished for once wars would cease
That pain and suffering would end
And joy be the music of our days
But the dream was always cut short
Someone was too greedy
Someone always put themselves first


So these days I dream of another world
My eyes close and the cries cease
I’m taken to a distant land where peace prevails
I sit quietly and listen to a good song end
When all the reality of sin fades music lasts
Not a cry of a child abandoned or a people lost
I listen to the end of beauty and celebration


I long for this land and country
I dream of walking down it’s streets
To be called a citizen of the land of peace
Take me away from this corrupt nation
Give me the joy of everlasting peace
Oh! How I rejoice knowing it’ll be mine one day
I dream of a better country, I long for heaven


One Last Thought


When your breath fades
And you hear the last bells
When a voice whispers in your mind
And deep in thought your hear a last word
I wonder what will come to mind one last time


What will become of my life?
Who will look after the children?
What of my life plans and ambitions?
What legacy do I leave behind after me?
I doubt where you leave will matter that much.


Perhaps it’s what left undone
The future you never got to enjoy
That trip, that job, a final expedition
I think it’s more how you leave that matters
What awaits me across the bridge of life and death?


When I close my last what will happen?
Who will receive me across the river ahead?
What will become of my soul on this other side?
Eternal peace and salvation or the lake of eternal fire
When it comes to it how you leave will matter the most


It may seem like a millennia away
But one day you’ll surely have your last
The worst thing is it might come suddenly
You may never have all the time and space to think
So I thought I should give you this chance here and now


Let’s dream and reconsider this life
Begin from the end coming backwards
Have that last thought now before it’s too late
Make it the most exciting thought you’ll have then
To know tonight I’ll surely be with my Saviour forever


Run to him before the end comes
Make him your rest and refuge today
A hiding place when the worst happens
Make your last thought your best thought
To know he’ll be happy to receive your above


I want to See Him


When I miss the light of day
And the moon denies me her gaze
When the mountains sink behind
And there’s no waters to swim again
My one and only desire is to see Him


When my body gives in to pain
And I succumb to the way of life
I want to wake and see him
See him who made me his own
Him who conquered my rebellious heart


I want above everything to see his hands
Touch his head and his side
See the wounds that bought me life
Touch the scars that healed my sin-sickness
When I close my eyes, I want to see Him


I want to sit at his feet forever
To tap from his eternal wisdom
Of all the gold and riches
I will pay anything to be his audience
To hear from the true breath of life


I long and yearn for that eternal Day
To see in full what his Word teaches
I daydream and get lost in imagination
Longing and waiting to hear his trumpet
To wake up to be with my Saviour forever


Perfect imperfection

Photo by Chetan Menaria

Perfect Imperfection

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I look out of my window and see your beauty

You are wholesomely breathtaking yet so imperfect

The mountains on your shoulders are mind-blowing

But the wounds on your heart so sickening

You are altogether beautiful and yet so wretched

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You give birth to beautiful angels, a wonder to behold

But murder them in the morning by their mother

You raise them as leaders but soon turn them to thieves

What your right hand builds the left destroys

You are virtuous but detestable, perfectly imperfect

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Men give their lives for you, toiling to build you up

But you consume their children and the labor of their hands

They call you mother earth but you are a monster

You eat your own and drink their sweat of blood

You look so perfect and tender yet are so cruel and imperfect

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Our mistake is we never learn from your martyrs

We keep offering ourselves and our children to you

Sacrificing them on the altar of a better tomorrow

But your tomorrow has nothing better to offer

How perfectly we are deceived of your imperfections

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So I call out on what remains of your children

Wake up and ran for your lives, your mother is a monster

And Lo! I have seen a better one coming from above

She carries her own and brings them safely home

She’s perfect and has no imperfections

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She’s coated with gold, peace and justice

She’s built on truth and righteousness

A mother who tenderly cares for her own

She’s worth dying for and she dies in waiting for her children

She’s altogether beautiful, virtuous and perfectly perfect

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She’s feeds her children with the truth

And clothes them with righteousness

She’s ensures justice and equality for all

She has no sickness or infirmities 

She’s a caring mother and our perfect home

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She is a mother to all who believe

The Jerusalem above, city of our God

And our eternal home with our Saviour

So I look out again, yearning for her coming

Longing for our perfect eternal home

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Do I really want heaven?

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I have been wondering why many Christians and churches speak so little of our eternal home. I’m not saying they don’t reference heaven in sermons and conversations but most of the time that’s as far as it goes. I mean when is the last time a sermon topic was Heaven, the new creation, living with God forever…

If you called me today and I told you I have been thinking a lot about heaven what comes to your mind? Most people will be like…he must be dying or he’s depressed and has lost reasons to live…
But isn’t it crazy that heaven is where we’ll spend our eternity and yet we barely comment about this and get unconformtable if someone becomes obsessed with this.

Too heaven focused without earthly relevance we call it to refer to heaven fanatics! But I beg to differ. If you are not heaven focused as a Christian I actually think you’ve little earthly relevance as our lives are all about preparing and inviting others to live peacefully with our God in the new creation. Now I’m not saying we walk with our heads in the clouds but I think we’ve moved to the other extreme where all that matters is the ground we step on with little relevance of where we are ultimately headed.

I’ve always wondered if many of us would have the kind of dilemma Paul has in Philippians 1:

 22 If I am to live in the flesh, that means fruitful labor for me. Yet which I shall choose I cannot tell. 23 I am hard pressed between the two. My desire is to depart and be with Christ, for that is far better…

Philippians 1

Given a chance between going to be with Christ now and pursuing life on earth even for a good reason like Paul would you think it twice? Would it be a hard decision for you? I’ll tell you what many people say cleverly in answer to this : I want to live and witness by my life and achieving my God given purpose… Sounds really Gospel centered and maybe genuine but is it really witnessing you want or is it that you don’t want to die and be with God?

But I don’t want to pretend like I’m always happy to drop dead or that there’s isn’t selfish reasons why I want this life more than heaven. Asked what I want more: this life, marriage, family, a successful ministry or heaven I hesitate, strange isn’t it? And I think some of the obvious reasons we hesitate is fear of death, fear of the unknown, struggle with assurance of life after death…

But the one I want to address is on our teaching about the after life. We fight those who preach a better life here and now but we do so little teaching why life with God is the best thing that can ever happen to us. That when a Christian drops down dead that’s the greatest outcome of their life as they get to be with their Saviour. That’s really our life goal and purpose, to be with God in eternity.

Now, I’m not saying churches should revise the year’s preaching calendar or that what’s happening here and now doesn’t concern us neither I’m I suggesting that we should all be posting hashtags #can’twaittodie. Although it’s not such a crazy idea! But I think at least it shouldn’t be strange among believers to talk about heaven and we should do it more oftenly. I think we should train Bible students on this more as it’s really what will shape how we preach and do discipleship. We should teach our youths and children about death and life beyond…

But most importantly we need to evaluate the motivation of our life and ministry. Is it truly focused on the one coming from above or the here and now like everyone else? What’s informing the kind of dreams and life goals we get behind as Christians and the local church? You see everyone is on the case of survival and making this life better here and now and at best a couple of years to come. But as believers our timeline is longer. We are speaking about a million years ahead. We are safeguarding an eternity not just tomorrow. And that’s the hope we are called to and the message we proclaim.

… 14 People who say such things show that they are looking for a country of their own. 15 If they had been thinking of the country they had left, they would have had opportunity to return. 16 Instead, they were longing for a better country—a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a city for them.

Hebrews 11

To be continued…

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