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Our father, my father,
I come into your house
like a pauper to a palace
and you receive me with
open doors, open arms,
open heart.
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What kind of a king
is this?
I can live in the glow from
the brightening of your face,
I can bathe in your favour like
a rain cloud in spring.

I can sing  read more »

The wilderness calls.
I can hear the flap of its canvas,
feel the drought in its breath,
smell the baked bark of stone  read more »

I am an Egyptian
a long way from home,
travelling on an another’s journey,
following their dreams and destiny
with my service.

I am the one  read more »

To live
for the glory of God,
to know the freedom
of surfing the Spirit,
of welcoming wonder,
of embracing the day

is not just to top up  read more »