“When I stand before the throne
Dressed in beauty not my own,
When I see Thee as Thou art,
Love Thee with unsinning heart;
Then, Lord, shall I fully know-
Not till then – how much I owe.
R.M. McCheyne
Category Archives: Poems
Burning Hands
My hands were burning
I couldn’t sleep for the pain
I sought the Lord
His eyes are fire
I am scared
He had fire to give me but I was
Too scared to receive
His eyes are like a flame of fire
His feet are like fine brass refined in a furnace
I laid my body down on the altar
Of burnt offering
He spoke to me of fire
Why was I keeping on keeping the fire going?
I see now it’s going to hurt
To keep the fire going
I am willing and He is able
I’m in His army
It’s His work
I wanted the fire
I received the baptism of fire
Go out to the Road again
Pick up the lost, the forgotten and broken
How?
With burning hands
Hands of fire
A Pandemic Dance
How will the covid-19
acrylic and gouache
Change the way
We see A.I.?
Will the fear
Be so great
We will accept now
What would have been unthinkable
before?
Tracking
Tracing
Monitoring
Vaccinating
Surveillance
Apps
Identity bracelets
Micro-chips?
People calling for government
To lock them down:
“Please just lock us down!“
And then I knew
It wouldn’t take that much
To scare people into complete submission
Revival or Revolution?
I think both revival and revolution
At once
Is coming
Who Will See?
It’s not about me,
It’s about Him
As ever
And always will be
But not many see
That or care
We want
Our kingdom
But it is about His
Kingdom
We want to be set up
But God is setting up His kingdom
We want a name
But His is the Name above all names
We want a throne
But His is the Throne
At which our knee shall bow
Enlargement,
Promotion His way is:
More of Christ;
More of Him in us
Less of us,
In us
Christ magnified
Christ enlarged
Christ glorified
Christ promoted
Christ’s kingdom ENLARGED
Who will see?
For an enlargement of Christ’s kingdom I pray
The Reproach of Christ
Foxes have holes 
And birds have nests
But the Son of Man
Hath Nowhere
For His head to rest
What is the cost
To follow Him?
That that too
Will be my lot.
I may be lonely
What is that to Him?
I may be sad
Oh that I may enter into
His suffering
With Him
I see it
My laying down
Of my life
My Self
Meant letting go
Of the things others have
And seek after
Sometimes they come to taunt me
In the dark of night
Sometimes they batter on my head
And remind me of what I don’t have
Anymore
And it’s true
Social: rejection
Career: outside the camp
But I have Him: I have Jesus
Not just in word
Or in some banal religious way
But I have Him
I know Him
I join with Him
I follow Him
I love Him
And the Son of Man hath nowhere to lay His head
It’s Just You and Me, Jesus
I stand alone before You
Blow the Trumpet in Zion
conte crayons, pencil
You tell me what to do
And if I should consider Man’s opinion Lord
Then have mercy:
I really need You
For it can be so hard to see You
But they’re always in my face
Oh Lord let me see You more clearly
And not let their opinion have place
Cos it’s JUST YOU AND ME, JESUS
It’s between You and me
And I just want to obey You
And to be free…
Written 1st November 2011
The Way of the Cross
The Way of the Cross is hard
The Way of the Cross is unyielding
The Way of the Cross is sharp and pointy
The Way of the Cross hurts
The Way of the Cross shatters self
and self-belief
The Way of the Cross breaks open a Way
And this is from where Life springs
Eternal
The Way of the Cross is death
That leads to Life
Stop resisting the Spirit of God. Why do you kick against the goads? Yield to Him.
He has a better Way.
The Man in the Gap
The Man in the Gap – Acrylic on canvas
Who can find a man to stand in the gap?
Where is he today?
He is hidden
He is not seen
He is behind the veil
Of what is seen with the natural eye
A hidden work
A secret mission
Not on stages
Not applauded
No recognition
No fame
Nothing
From this world
Is his
But him and Christ
Together
Behind the veil
One
That is his work
That is his joy
That is his life
May we be willing to join with Jesus and lay down our lives for the work of intercession!
God bless,
Belinda
I Believe in Brokenness
This vessel
broken by
anxiety
depression
This vessel
broken by
persecution
rejection
This vessel had been hard,
callous
and full of Self
But this vessel needed to be
used
and taken from the shelf
God knew it would take
some major breaking,
even some smashing-
For the Self-life
to be conquered
’twas so secure there
in its bastion
And oh I’m glad He did
that He cared enough for me
to take me and break me
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From Self to set me free
It hurt, it killed
at times too hard to bear
but my God – He did it
For Himself He had to share
You May Not Like it, But I’m Gonna Say it
We seem to have forgotten that
It’s all about Jesus.
All of it.
He is the centre of it all.
It breaks my heart that I can now visit a church and not hear His Name even mentioned.
Bono is mentioned.
A new Christian super-star leader is mentioned
Mother Theresa and even Buddha may be quoted
(How very relevant and emergent of you)
But where is Jesus?
He who is the Door, is now outside the door.
Jesus is unfashionable in His own church:
Truly the Father’s heart is grieved
The worst part?
Nobody even notices
They’re so busy laughing at the Pastor’s jokes
Busy building up their Christian reputations,
Their earthly kingdoms
Busy gettin’ known in Churchianity
Nobody cares
That the Body is dead if there is no Head
Oh yes,
There is a Body,
An eternal, living, breathing, organic, victorious Body
Of which Christ is Head!
But it is not there
Not where Jesus is forgotten
Dismissed, cast out
Not where people are ashamed of His Name
And His Word
(Funnily enough, there is no shame in distorting and abusing it
In order to compel the flock to “tithe”
There is a business to run after-all)
Where are you Jesus?
My Lord and My God
You are not there.
He who has eyes of fire
Would vomit that out of His mouth
There He is!
He is outside the camp
Always
I wonder who is willing to go to Him there?
Who is willing to let go of Christianized kingdoms?
Christians being crucified by ISIS
Who is willing to forgo Christian-fame?
Who is willing to lose friends for Him?
Who is willing to be considered a crack-pot for Him?
Who is willing to go outside the camp
To bear with Him His reproach?
This will be the test of the Christian in these the last days.
What is it you are after?
What do you really want?
Is it Christ Jesus Himself?
Not a ministry, not a creed, not an organisation,
Not structure, not even Christianity
But Him, the Person
At the end of it all,
That’s what it comes down to.
There is nothing else
But Him
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