Orchestral Unity

You, drum, stop your banging, you're making a din

The sound of your beat makes my head spin.

And Harp! Stop bragging of your many strings,

Play fewer, think smaller when the viola begins.

Double-bass and violin, sort yourselves out,

We can't have a screech along-side a deep shout.

The fanciful flute with it's quick change of tempo,

Keep up everybody. Why are you so slow?

Too gentle, too sharp! Come, get it right,

Knock off sharp edges Or there'll be a fight

And now you're all moulded, stretched out or contained

Is this perfection? No! You've been maimed.

Extremities matter; they make up the whole.

Not one or t'other but all is the goal.

The Composer has written a beautiful score,

He chose each note.. Now it's time to restore

Remove expectations that cause you to strive.

Stress isn't the purpose of being alive.

Lock eyes with Conductor, he knows your part,

He'll teach you to play. No performance, all heart.

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Psalm 22 - Good Friday's Soundtrack

Our house feels like living inside a musical. Not necessarily in the song quality, but definitely in quantity. It’s hard to say "Hello," "You're welcome," or "We're halfway there" without someone breaking into song. And it’s not just music. Our days are packed with lines from films, adverts, and TV shows. “Coffee, coffee, boy, do I need coffee!” “Bacon is good for me!” I’m not sure it’s entirely normal (which is why I try to restrain myself in public), but it’s definitely normal in our house. One phrase triggers the whole thing—someone says a single line, and the rest of the song or scene starts playing in everyone’s heads. Just like that, an everyday comment becomes a full production. And when Jesus was on the cross, he did just the same. He said: “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” To the Roman soldiers crucifying him, it probably sounded like a dying man's cry. To someone reading the Bible today, it can sound as if Jesus believed ...

Parrot's assemble!

Take your position. Await on your perch. There's more of my Kingdom to be seen on the earth. Stop hiding your colours, Hand-painted with love. Come take your position; You're seated above. Pick up your mantel, It's been waiting a while. It's not prideful to wear What I give with a smile. Come closer and listen to all that I say, Then mimic, repeat - There's no time for delay. I've given you vision. Don't ignore what you see. You have my permission, To speak truth about me. Enough preening and squawking and practice - all safe! It's time to start flying, Take a big leap of faith. Isolation has hurt you, though I've been your rock, It's time to return; to be part of my flock Parrots assemble! Get ready for flight. It's up high, close beside me, That you'll win the good fight.

Holiness and Humility 3/3

Here's a little teaser for you: Dogs have baby dogs that we call? Cats have...? Kangaroos have... ? Chickens have... ? God has... ? While we know that a puppy is still a dog and a kitten is still a cat, surely God's children aren't gods? Yet in John 5:18 When Jesus called God, "Father" that's exactly what the Pharisees understood Jesus to mean, and they were understandably shaken by the thought. "For this reason they tried all the more to kill him; not only was he breaking the Sabbath, but he was even calling God his own Father, making himself equal with God." We know that Jesus, as God's only begotten Son, is and was God so of course that's accurate. But why, knowing the heretic nature of this comment did Jesus teach us to pray "Our Father, who art in heaven"? Why does the Holy Spirit make it known in our souls that we have been adopted into a new family, and we cry out "ABBA, Father!"? (Romans 8:15) Every time ...

In the breeze

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