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This kind of love

Posted by appolus on May 3, 2021

This is the kind of love that would wait for a thousand years
The kind of love that would fill an ocean with tears
The kind of love that was birthed in heavenly places
The kind of love that shines upon a thousand faces.

This is the kind of love that would die for you instead
The kind of love that was crucified and bled
The kind of love that redeems you from all wrong
The kind of love that loved you all along

This is the kind of love that will never let you go
The kind of love that never says I told you so
The kind of love that keeps no record of wrongs
The kind of love that the birds sing in their songs

This is the kind of love that never seeks its own
The kind of love that never leaves you alone
The kind of love that forever seeks your best
The kind of love that gives your weary soul some rest

This is the kind of love that for you was crucified 
The kind of love that was broken, beaten and died
The kind of love that did all of this for you
The kind of love that covers like the morning dew

This is the kind of love that never ever fails
The kind of love that would prove itself by nails
The kind of love that is crowned by a crown of thorns 
The kind of love that will weather all of your storms

And in the end it is love that shall remain
It opened every door and has broken every chain
That you may live for all the world to see
That as a child of God the Son has set you free

This kind of love sets my heart aflame
This kind of love heals the blind and the lame 
This kind of love means you shall never be the same
It is time to fall in love.

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The boy with the broken wing.

Posted by appolus on April 26, 2021

It has been almost seven years now since our grandson was taken from his mother and given to our family. He was a very broken child when he came to us. Have you ever tried to help a bird with a broken wing? It panics and is freaked out as it sees you hand approach. It cannot possibly know that you are driven by love and compassion until your hand closes tightly, not too tightly, around him and he is safe in your hand. This was what it was like when Mason first came to us as a little five year old. The power of the Lord is felt in the power of His love. His ability and patience to take that which is broken, and heal it, is truly supernatural. Here is a wee poem I wrote about that.

The boy with the broken wing.

You were a bird with a broken wing
A nightingale that could not sing
A frightened broken bird that had no choice
Little bird, who has stolen you voice .....I hear your cries.

Can't you see, can't you understand 
Come to me, there is healing in my hand
I will hold you and never let you go, 
until your wing is healed and love begins to flow

You may have broken this little birds wing
Yet you will hear this little bird sing
Love has put him back together
And he will now be whole...forever

A beautiful bird that love has made whole
You only ever took from him and stole
But he has risen with the morning sun and now he sings
And flies for all the world to see with two beautiful wings

I see you flying son and I can hear you sing
And to the depths of my heart it is such a beautiful thing
Touched by the Hand of God and made complete
Now fly where eagles fly and sing your songs so sweet.

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Freedom in our chains.

Posted by appolus on April 20, 2021

To be chained in Christ
Is to be free indeed
Free to die and free to bleed
Free to walk the pilgrim way
Free to die to self each day

To be lost in Christ
Is to be found
To feel His presence all around
To plunge into the Father’s love
To walk with Him with grace from above

To be dead in Christ
Is to truly live
To truly love and to forgive
To live this life and so much more
To honor, worship and adore

To live in Christ
Is to surely die
To walk with Him who dwells on high
Alive to Christ and dead to sin
Gloriously filled from deep within

To reign with Christ
Is to surely serve
A testimony to preserve
Of the glorious King who reigns on high
Whose glory fills the earth and sky

To walk with Christ
Is to surely run
To know the journey’s just begun
To run and run and never tire
To soar with wings and ever higher

To dwell with Christ
Is to surely roam
We’ll never settle till we’re home
Pilgrim saints along the way
Ever closer every day

The paradoxes that we find
In Christ alone renews the mind
The way that seems so right to man
Is opposite to our God’s plan

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He who walks upon the sea of tears.

Posted by appolus on April 18, 2021

A poem for all the people who grew up in less than perfect households
. 
He who walks upon the sea of tears.

I am fragile I can be broken
Broken by the words spoken
Can't you see your words are clawing me apart?
Can't you see how you're crushing my heart?

How my heart longed to hear warm words spoken
To be warm and whole and not to be broken
Why didn't you just reach out and touch me?
And cover me and hold me in love.

The broken child in you
Now breaks the child that you can see
Two broken children collide
Only wanting to be free

I am fragile I can be broken
Broken by the words left unspoken
And this brokenness is now a void in me
That is deeper and wider than the deepest sea

What can fix a broken heart?
And fill this vast expanse in me
What can fill an endless void?
That's deeper than the deepest sea

So many tears, enough to fill an ocean
Shed by all the children, broken
A Saviour comes and walks upon this sea of tears
He calms the stormy sea and quells the fears

I have come to mend the broken heart
To heal the wounds where you were torn apart
I have come to set the captive free
To dry up every tear that fills the deepest sea

I hold the universe in the palm of my hand
I cause the blind to see and the lame to stand
And all the stars in the heavens, I know them all by name
And I will touch you and you shall never be the same

The words I speak they are life and they are love
I know every sparrow that falls from above
I created the sun and the moon and the pouring rain
I still the stormy seas and I take away the pain

Come and bring your emptiness to me
And I will fill you with a love that's deeper than the sea
Come all you that are broken and contrite
And I will heal you and set you free this night

And so I came and took my Saviour's hand
Out of the pit on the solid Rock I stand
A broken heart replaced and reconciled
Standing whole and new, I am my Father's child

And every word spoken, they are life to me
Your love and Your kindness, they have set me free
And by thy Spirit my eternity is sealed
And by thy love my broken heart was healed.

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That Still, Small Voice.

Posted by appolus on April 18, 2021

There is a voice that penetrates the veil, that pierces the darkness of my flesh and my mind. It is amazing how something so still and so gentle, can be heard above all the noise. In a storm it is almost impossible to hear anything, as the mind is tossed by wave after wave of thoughts that comes crashing down. Then suddenly through it all, through the darkness of the storm, comes a piercing shaft of light that illuminates a treacherous sea. Life and light has penetrated darkness and death. The still small voice of God almighty says “peace be still,” and the wind ceases and suddenly there is great calm. Thank you Father for that still, small voice that rescues me.

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That still small voice.

Posted by appolus on April 11, 2021





Ride and ride with all your might
Push the horse into the night
Towards the dawn that’s straight ahead
Fleeing darkness fleeing dread

I have swam in violent seas of chaos
I have been caught in the lightning storms of life
Pushing mighty boulders up perpetual hills
I have baked in the sun and shivered naked with the chills

I have been a starving man
With my nose pressed against the window pane
I have wrestled with this world and sanity
And know something of what it means to be insane

And now I listen to the silence
Tis a table before me fit for a King
A glorious feast of beauty and peace
An immovable Spirit dwelling deep within

And in this silence where there is no noise
Can you hear it? Can you hear that still small voice?
A feast indeed to a starving man
To remember in your heart where it all began

In Christ alone I stand or fall
Tis a starving man who can’t hear His call
His silence His peace tis manna to my soul
For distractions and noise surely take their toll

Till there’s nothing left but a valley of dry bones
And tortured men with hearts full of stones
Starving and dying and withering away
They have long since forgotten how to listen and pray

Oh Christendom how often I would gather you in
Away from the world with its noise and its din
Those who can hear, in that day they shall stand
In the beauty of silence in the palm of My hand.

God is calling, He is calling today
Learn how to listen, to listen and pray
Distractions must cease and an end to all noise
Till once more you hear that still small voice.

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From the valley to the glory.

Posted by appolus on April 8, 2021

How many times can a heart be broken
How many tears have to fall
How many times do I have to forgive
Or perhaps not forgive at all

When my steps grow tired and weary
And my sleep has vanished in the night
How can I go on living day by day
And not simply give up the fight

Where can I find the strength to go on
When it seems I have lost my way
How can I lift my head from the pillow
Even if it’s for just for one more day

Then all of a sudden I know He is here
My waiting has not been in vain
He comes to me through the fire and the flood
Through the heartache and through the pain

And suddenly I have the strength to carry on
I rise up on the wings of His love
Who knew I would rise o'r this valley of death
And find myself far far above.

I soar on the glorious splendor of Love
On the wings of the eagle I fly
I feast on the banquet He prepares for me
As I revel in the endless sky

There is a place where the setting Son
Merges sky and endless sea,
A place where different worlds collide
A place where you and I are free.

In God alone we find this place,
Where everything else is stripped away
And there I look into your face
Where endless sky meets ocean spray

Will you sail beyond horizons
In endless seas of blue
Will you fly in boundless skies above
You can as long as you are true.

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If I could

Posted by appolus on March 22, 2021

If you ever had a time when you know you have fallen short? You thought you had traveled a thousand miles and you come upon a tree and you know you have seen that tree before which means , that it seems, that you are right back where you started. Your spirit is wearied that it shall never be done with this flesh that envelopes us and is an anchor to our soul, that always impedes us. You just want to stretch your hands to the heavens and say “here I am Lord, take me into the beauty of your holiness,” and your spirit weeps. I wrote this poem/song as I mourned the fact that apart from spirit, I am also flesh and blood and my spirit longs to be away.

If I could

If I could fly into Your sunset 
I would
If I could dive into your Ocean 
I would
If I could, If I could, If I could 
I would.

If I could be swallowed up in your majesty
I would
If I could eternally drown in your Glory 
I would
If I could, If I could, If I could 
I would

If I could look into your face and never look away
I would
If I could fall into your Arms forever and a day
I would
If I could , If I could, If I could
I would

If I could fall with the day when the day is done
I would
If I could rise again upon the rays of the rising sun
I would
If I could, If I could , If I could
I would..............go. 



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The path that has no footsteps.

Posted by appolus on March 14, 2021

My friend Tom shared with me the other day the first two lines of this poem. He said he wanted to pursue the path that has no footsteps which would lead to places he has not been. I told him I was going to steal that line and write a poem based on it 🙂 So here it is with the proper attribution to my brother in the Lord, Tom who is in his late 70s and still wants to pursue the Lord with all of his heart.

The path that has no footsteps.

The path that has no footsteps
Leads to places I have not been
It is the mystery of our walk with God
To walk the path that is not seen

Who can know what lies before us
For our future remains untold
It rests in the hand of God alone
Trust in Him is our stronghold

Your life in Christ it has no chart
No compass can ever point the way
There is no map you can rely on
Only trust in Him for every day

There is no one can lead you forward
No man can craft your way ahead
Christ alone is the road we travel
He is the narrow path we tread

How exciting is this journey
That has brought us here thus far
The Holy Spirit goes before us
He is our Rock our true North Star

Lead us on oh Lord forever
Until our path comes to an end
Then we shall cross the Jordon river
And from this world we shall transcend.

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This life and all the ages.

Posted by appolus on March 7, 2021

When every golden sunsets
And sunrises melt as one
By the fervent heat of your majesty
And the glory of your Son

There forms a golden ocean
As vast as the skies above
Where ambient waves of worship
Consume us in your love

Oh carry us across this sea
To the horizon and beyond
Make as one as thou art one
In a glorious mystical bond

When sea and sky and heaven too
Collide at the end of the age
May we be found as one with you
Our names written upon your page

This book of life is opened
And the ink is clearly red
Tis from the veins of Emmanuel
From the hands and feet that bled

This life and all the ages
Shall bow down and worship you
A new heaven and new earth are born
They are surely born anew.

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My one desire.

Posted by appolus on February 18, 2021

This is my one desire Lord, my bright and morning star
That I might never linger, but come to where your are
To press on in to you, until you come into my view
And know you as you are, ever faithful ever true

You are my shining star, which ever leads me on
You are my blessed hope, when all my hope is gone
You are my very sanity, my reason to exist
The power that ever flows through me, the power to resist

This world is ever lost to me, with all its shining lights
A loss that truly set me free, on you I’ve set my sights
Now every day I walk with thee, it is my one desire
To sing the praises of my Lord, to join your heavenly choir

I rejoice here at your altar, I heard your altar call
And I who lived in vanity, now gladly give my all
I wonder at thy glorious grace, that alone has set me free
And the fact that all along, it was right there in front of me

The brightness of your majesty, I can barely handle
It renders the sun above, to but a lowly flickering candle
The vast expanse of ocean to but a single shallow tear
Your glory covers all the earth and consumes the atmosphere

I am completely swallowed up, by one who once was far
You are my Lord, Emmanuel, my bright and morning star
This soul that once was lifeless,now you have set on fire
To walk with you forevermore, this is my one desire

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This is my desire!

Posted by appolus on February 12, 2021

This is my desire Lord, my bright and Morning star. To come to where you are, not to linger from afar but to press on in to you. Outside of thy presence is to wander in an aimless world that has purpose without any true purpose. You are my shining north star that ever leads me on. my hope when hope is gone, my reason to exist, my power to resist. This world with all its shining lights is forever lost to me, a loss that has set me free, taken from forever nights to walk with you in the cool of the day.

To thee I have given my all, you were my altar and I heard you call. And now I wonder at the grace that set me free, and marvel that one so blind can actually see what was there all along right in front of me, thy glorious face. The brightness of thy expression renders the sun to but a flickering candle in the wind. The vast expanse of ocean to but a single tear when thou art near. Consumed by one who once was far, my Lord my God my bright and Morning Star.

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You supplied it all.

Posted by appolus on February 7, 2021

I thank you for the living waters
You poured upon the fires of hell
I thank you that you came and died
And in the dying broke sins spell

I thank you for the rising Lord
Now death itself has no more sting
And in the rising you raised me up
My Lord, my God my eternal King

I thank you for ascension Lord
When you arose and took your seat
Now I lift my eyes to where you are
One with you I’m now complete

I thank you for the glory Lord
Your majesty it knows no bounds
A magnificent scene surrounds your throne
It’s filled with joy and glorious sounds

Praise you for the living waters
Praise you that you came and died
Praise you for the Blood that cleanses
Praise you for all that you’ve supplied.

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Not many seeking the cross.

Posted by appolus on December 13, 2020

You have to fly into the wind
If you want to reach the sky
You have to know something of His cross
For the flesh to suffer and die

There are many lovers of His crown
But few who would suffer loss
Many seek the treasures of heaven
But how many are seeking the cross?

Some only seek the dawns early light
Avoiding the darkness of the night before
No one can ascend to the mountain top
Unless they can negotiate the valley floor

We so often want the fruit of the harvest
Having never put our hand to the plow
We want all the benefits of our Lord
And we want it in the here and the now

The dawn comes to those who suffer the night
And glory to the lifter of His cross
There’s a crown that awaits the suffering saint
And those who gladly suffer the loss

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Broken and set free

Posted by appolus on December 10, 2020

Are you broken are you vanquished and surrendered all the way
Have eyes to see and ears to hear just what the Spirit says
I cannot use a man who’s still standing on his feet
I can only use the man who shall sound a full retreat

Surrendered and broken, humbled and low
Vanquished forever that’s all that I know
When Jesus came in and took all of me
I who was captive, now eternally free

Eternally free, eternally free
I who was captive now eternally free

The day I met my Jesus I was lost and alone
He took me for Himself, no longer my own
I surrendered all, it was no longer me
Belonging now to Jesus broken and set free

Broken and free , broken and free
Belonging now to Jesus, broken and set free.

Now as a broken vessel, His treasure dwells within
And with a heart that’s full of love, no hiding place for sin
Troubles oft surround me yet I am not distressed
For in this full surrender I am truly blessed

I am truly blessed, I am truly blessed
For in this full surrender I am truly blessed

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Who could know?

Posted by appolus on December 4, 2020

Who could know that the child who would walk on water
Was also the Lamb being prepared for the slaughter
Who could know that the man who would heal the blind
Would be reviled, rejected, hated and maligned

Who could know that the man who would walk in peace
Was God Himself,the Christ, a living Masterpiece
Who cold know that the man who would heal the lame
Would baptize, not with water, but with a burning flame

Who could know that the One who would turn water into wine
Was also the Branch, the giver of life, Himself the Grapevine
Who could know that the one who would raise men from the dead
Would die Himself with a crown of thorns upon His Holy head

We know that Christ was made in the likeness of man
He humbled Himself that He might fulfill His Father’s plan
He was obedient unto death and would die upon a tree
He would break the chains of hell and death and set the captives free

Who could know that the child lying there in the manger
Would face the wrath of hell itself and overcome all danger
The heavenly choirs of angels knew and sang with all their might
And the shepherds knew down in their hearts on that glorious starry night.

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He is the Vine

Posted by appolus on November 11, 2020

Oh vine, how precious are you now
I am safe within thy graft
Sap flows to every part of me
Now I am part of something vast

With every part of who I am
I in thee abide
Precious waters flow to me
Like a great incoming tide

Life, I feel it’s precious flow
And in that life I dwell
It’s deep and it’s unquenchable
To me an never ending well

Oh the depths of what has set me free
Abiding in the vine and the vine in me
Just to be part of the Olive tree
Sets my grateful soul on fire

Oh Lord my God now comes the fruit
Tis thy work alone, tis every shoot
Tis all thy work who pruneth me
Who died and rose and set me free

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And the walls come down.

Posted by appolus on September 29, 2020

There is an ocean of pain within her heart
Each chamber filled up to the brim
Full up with tears from all of the years
And in them she perpetually swims

The walls of her heart stands strong as a dam
Mighty bulwarks that hold back the pain
Yet the waters are dangerously close to the top
And dark clouds always threaten to rain

As He lay on the cross His hands were pierced
So to the dam which began to crumble
A life-time of pain and a lake full of tears
Washed away with a frightening rumble

Like Jericho itself the walls came down
And the river flowed again in her heart
He took her to Himself and she was born anew
Eternally and forever set apart

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The four horses of the Apocalypse

Posted by appolus on September 22, 2020

Oh Adam wont you weep for your children in despair
And Eve how can you sleep when theirs hatred everywhere
We have lost our way and know not how we can forgive
For only in the light of love can this world truly live

Hatred and bitterness, this land is in despair
There’s something in the atmosphere, there’s something in the air
Stop just for a moment, and see whats all around
You’re sinking in the miry clay you need some higher ground.

In the name of Jesus I call on you this day
The ruler of the darkness says there’s no time left to play
He is coming in his fury, he is coming for mankind
The dark horse it is riding with the pale horse right behind

We shall either love each other, greet each other with a kiss
Or we shall meet upon the battle-field, on the edge of the abyss
Inflamed with indignant righteousness and blind to one another
If we refuse to love then it is brother against brother

Will you wrap yourself in glory, in impenetrable light
Or shall you march against each other into the darkest night
The red horse it is riding and the white horse right behind
War and conquest, ravenous, shall swallow up mankind.

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The perfect place to hide

Posted by appolus on March 14, 2020

The perfect place to hide

I grasp the hand that beckons me
The nail pierced hand of Calvary
That reaches down through fire and flood
Tis covered by His precious blood

Despite His pain He rescued me
From burning fires and a stormy sea
His hand my only hope tonight
I hold it still, He holds it tight

And by the power of His righteous arm
He keeps me safe from every harm
And this is where I shall be found
On Christ my Rock my solid ground

Now I shall dwell in the secret place
Before your throne and before your face
And the terrors by night and the arrows by day
In your presence, like wax, shall melt away

On solid ground we stand or fall
He surrounds my heart with a fiery wall
And I am perfectly safe inside
His love is the perfect place to hide

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