The Sacrifice of Love

The Sacrifice of Love

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Is freedom mine to offer you.

The love within my heart?

Or has it long since been declared

of a greater love just part?

Indeed my life is not mine own

but given to the King

The one I serve and worship true

The one for whom I sing.

And if I had not, all those years,

cleaved my life in role as groom.

Could now I let my feelings grow?

this love to come to bloom?

Perhaps the music in my heart

the words that leave my lips

In part no matter how I tried

that greater love eclipse

I would not want for this to be

To limit in any way

our adoration for the Lord

or from our paths to stray.

And what of you oh gentle one?

What of your faith and need?

Would not for me to free my love

Simply be just greed?

The precious King of whom I serve

For whom my heart is true

Does not His Kingship serve as well

to cover also you?

So yes I’ll yield my heart’s desire

Unto my savior’s will

Obedient I will remain

And in loyalty be still.

I have no doubt in heart or mind

That you will find your place

albeit in another’s arms

Such is the Father’s grace.

Yet in my sadness I find joy

For our King is Father too

And I know His love has perfect plan

Both for me and yes for you.

© Kevin A. Deane – 12/01/2011

 

Sometimes in life the plans that we freely and willingly make shape our lives from that moment on. Further down the road the implications of these actions or plans or decisions, (especially when they have gone so tragically wrong), are made better known to us.

Often times this is accompanied with some sadness and yet in Christ we have joy.

Walk With Me.

Walk With Me

Walk With Me.

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My Heart is calling to your tears
You’ll find no loss in me
No silence, numbness and no fears.
Just a Love to set you Free

-o-

Release the veil in heart and head
Without my love your future’s dead
I will protect and keep you near
Within my heart I hold you dear

-o-

Hear the voice with which I call
Within my arms you’ll never fall.
Come to me and let it go
The time is now, and this you know.

-o-

Release your hurts, let go your pain,
Call to me now call out my name.
Reach up to me and take my hand
Together in love we both will stand.

-o-

I see your tears I know your heart,
I offer a love that will never part.
I will not leave you all alone
My love and heart will be your home.

-o-

Come take my hand come home be free
Your future’s safe, safe in me
I’ve touched that heart you turned to stone
Now accept my love and be my own?

-oOo-

© Kevin A. Deane

 

In response to a prayer for the lonely and the lost. I hope it blesses you.

Some Plastic Christians

I feel the need to preface this next offering with an explanation that yes I am a born again Christian and yes there are many, many Christians out there who really do love with the love of Christ and who are real and sincere.

This poem is not based on any of them or indeed targeted at them. Which kind of leaves the rest doesn’t it!

Some Plastic Christians

Some Plastic Christians….

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Some plastic Christians
Put on a face for the church they belong;
Isn’t that wrong?.
Dust of their bibles,
Wearing a face that they keep on a shelf by the door.
Who is it for?
All the plastic Christians, where do they all come from?
All the plastic Christians, where do they all belong?

-o-

Reverent Image
Writing the words of a sermon their heart seldom hears;
Seldom gets near.
Look at them mingling,
Nodding and smiling in sight when there’s somebody there.
What do they care?
All the plastic Christians, where do they all come from?
All the plastic Christians, where do they all belong?

-o-

I look at all the plastic Christians.
I look at all the plastic Christians.

-o-

One lonely person
Died in a church and was buried alone with her pain.
Nobody came.
Reverent Image
Smiling and waving his hand as he walks past her grave.
No one was saved.
All the plastic Christians, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

-oOo-

© Kevin A. Deane

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This poem was based on the song by the Beetles – “Eleanor Rigby” or “All the lonely people”.

It is a comment on those believers who have different church faces to their everyday faces and indeed on the fact that if our love isn’t real, if we are not consistent, true and compassionate and see beyond this then God’s work, the ministry Christ has given us will not be fulfilled.

I know it is controversial and I apologize for any offence it may cause, but I ask that you consider it’s validity before complaining about it’s harshness.

His Armour

Armour of God

I came to you and called your name.

I whispered it in love.

It echoed through the tempestuous storms,

And shook the powers above.

-o-

In darkest dark I laid for you,

an armour – strength a glow.

A perfect fit, redemption’s glove,

That threatened powers below.

-o-

A belt so strong and full of truth.

To keep everything in place.

And on which to hang your sword and shield,

As you fight to win the race.

-o-

A breastplate strong of purest gold,

To guard your very heart.

The righteousness I give to you,

As your journey you now start.

-o-

The swiftest shoes sewn so true.

To grip and yet release.

The firmest stance, the swiftest flight.

Through the gospel of my peace.

-o-

The strongest shield, I give to you,

Against fiery darts that fly.

And though they fail and lay to waste,

On and on they’ll try.

-o-

A helmet, imperishable, snug and strong,

To place upon your head.

So you may never have to keep,

Your place amongst the dead.

-o-

A sword that’s tempered with my love,

To wield at my bequest.

So sharp and strong and yet so free,

That from it you’ll need no rest.

-o-

So  will you take this armour true,

And wear it like a glove?

And fight the fight of destiny,

Under the banner of my love?

-oOo-

© Kevin A. Deane 2010

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I wrote this poem this morning. It is based on Ephesians 6:10-end (NIV) I hope it blesses you.

I Missed You Son

I Missed You Son

“I missed you son,
Thought we’d have a talk.”

“My heart was unsettled
So I went for a walk

I was watching your son,
The one over there.
The one who has hurts
he just cannot share.

I’ve been watching his actions
How he jokes, how he grins,
I been seeing his tears
And the hurts trapped within.

I’ve been watching your daughter,
As she thinks of her past,
of how love always ended
Asking, “Will this love last?”

Asking herself
How do others here feel?
Am I alone in my doubts?
Is their confidence real?

I’ve been watching those teens
The questions they hold,
That they just never ask,
so as not to seem bold.

How they lay in the stillness
Asking questions so strong
Of Love, life and faith,
Like “Do I belong?”

They sit in the crowd
but alone, and apart.
Unsure they will ever,
find true peace of heart.

This isn’t Your will,
For those I made yours
All the doubt, all the hurts
The isolation endured

I died to bring life.
give joy, set them free
why do they stay trapped?
In themselves, within Me?

We spoke out your Love
For their lives gave a call
They responded in part
We asked for their all

So I called them again
And I’m calling them still
Will you give me your all?
Live free in my will?

I love you my child
You make me complete
Fill the holes in my side
My hands, and my feet

Will you live in my mercy
In my grace you are strong
Will you give me your all
And accept, you belong!”

© Kevin A. Deane

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I wrote this one some time ago now and in response to several things. Firstly where I was spiritually at the time. Secondly, the way I would just catch a brief glimpse of concern on the otherwise happy faces of those around me. The way that no one seems to have current problems.

I hope you like it.

A Thought

A Thought

When a thing lacks nothing,
Indeed when it boasts of nothing.
When it does not draw attention to itself by show,
but simply compliments it’s creator by it’s very being,
then and only then is it truly complete.

Such was the relationship between Christ and God.
Such should be the relationship between disciple and Christ.

© Kevin A. Deane

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My Child

My Child

My child you give me pleasure.
My child you give me joy.
My child you are my hearts content.
all my emotions you employ.

At times you bring me sadness,
at times you bring me pain.
But the words that’ll never leave my lips,
my child, will be your name.

For I love you.
With a deeper love.
than you have ever known,
come to my arms,
for you my child,
will always be my own.

Give your life to me, my child
place your heart within my hand
and let me show you how to live,
and love every creature in my land.

For I love you.
With a deeper love.
than you have ever known,
come to my arms,
for you my child,
will always be my own.

My child, you’re my creation.
I breathed my life within your soul.
Without you in my kingdom,
it could never be made whole.

The pain that I have taken,
can never count as loss,
for I paid the price so long ago,
when I hung upon a cross.

For I love you.
With a deeper love.
than you have ever known,
come to my arms,
for you my child,
will always be my own.

For I love you.
With a deeper love.
than you have ever known,
come to my arms,
for you my child,
will always be my own.

© Kevin A. Deane

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I wrote this one back in 2003 for someone very special to me. I hope it blesses you too

There Is No Life

There Is No Life

There is no life,
behind those eyes.
No smile upon that face.
Beneath which rock of pain doth lie,
the Beauty of your grace.

There is no flame
within your soul.
No warmth within your heart.
Beneath which ember may I find,
the spark your fire to start.

© Kevin A. Deane

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If you ever look in the eyes of a child so hurt, so damaged that he or she has withdrawn inside his or her self, it is a sight that I doubt you will ever forget. I know I never will.

For some 15 years I was blessed enough to be able to work with the homeless, single parent families and with folk suffering from mental illness.

In those 15 years I saw many a child of various ages about whom this poem could have be written. In truth this poem ends with a question. For me there is one eternal answer. The answer is Christ, but for me to know it is but one part of the equation. They too must know it. So we must ask ourselves, what is our responsibility in this?

The Seal of Death No More

The Seal of Death No More

“To stand before the emptiness,
the seal of death no more.
Who had moved that boulder?
Some-one must know for sure.

The treasure it’s been stolen.
They’ve taken him away.
Oh where, oh where my treasure?
Please show us where he lay.

Come my friends please hurry,
unto that empty cell.
Find Him beloved brothers,
to you some-one must tell.

The treasure it’s been stolen.
They’ve taken him away.
Oh where, oh where my treasure?
Please show us where he lays.

What have you Simon Peter?
That of our treasure dear?
Look! The treasure robing,
but why is that still here?

Oh Garden keeper tell me,
did you take our Lord away?
And if you did please show us.
Please show us where he lays?”

“Mary, Dear sweet Mary!”
“Rabboni ! Teacher ! Lord !”
“I am your treasure Mary,
the Treasure you adored.”

© Kevin A. Deane

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Just one man’s poetic account of a wonderful truth.

Suffer Little Children

Suffer Little Children

Suffer little children to come unto me.
For your’s is the kingdom of heaven you see.
Through-out your dear lives you will suffer from sin.
So open your hearts I’ll enter within.

Suffer little children to come unto me.
I gave you my son, so that you might be free.
Salvation is yours, through the deeds he has done.
So follow his light and the day may be won.

One day in my garden, you’ll play and you’ll know,
that this is my gift, through the love that you show.
So Suffer little children to come unto me.
For yours is the kingdom of Heaven you see.

© Kevin A. Deane

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In the church I attended some years ago, the back room had a picture of Christ with the children, on it were the words – Suffer little Children to come unto me.

You know I struggled with that picture for many years thinking “Why should children have to suffer before coming to Christ.

It was some time later that I learned the words “Suffer little children to come unto me.” was one bible version’s interpretation of the words Christ spoke to his disciples when they tried to stop the children meeting him.

In other words. Let them come to me. I wrote this poem as a result of that message and the thoughts and questions I went through when at first I didn’t understand the picture. I also wrote it as an encouragement to all believers and to all children no matter of what age.