Hi, I'm Ryan Lane

Who am I, but a speck of dust, a screw in a machine built to rust?
Who am I, in the wider picture? On the road to heaven I am one of many hitchers.
Who am I, but one of many atoms, just another bearing the weight of the sins of Adam?
Who am I, but a searching reason, a victim of the cold in a winter season?
Who am I, but a number or symbol, who on a chart is just a pimple?
Who am I, but a hair on millions of heads, a single cell where the Son bled?
Who am I, but a drop of water in an ocean, a dot in a love letter of devotion?
Who am I, but blade of grass in a field, a splinter of shrapnel on a shield?
Who am I, but a string in a symphony, a letter in a million songs to be?

Who I am, is a child of the One, who pays as much attention to me as the creation of the Sun.
Who I am, is a blessed man, whose lavish blessings have no span.
Who I am, is the victim of jealousy, whose Father’s love is overtly zealous.
Who I am, is a child saved from sin, and whose Father’s patience never wears thin.
Who I am, is better than I could ever be, without a Father who loves me extravagantly.

Ryan Lane 2012

When I was a youngster, with no cares in the World,
I only lived for fun and to be my Mother’s pearl.

No responsibilities, no jobs to do,
I’d make company with anyone; I didn’t care who.

Free time wasn’t such a rare pleasure; how much I long to return to those times can’t be measured.

Nowadays I don’t know peace,
I feel like I’m starving while everyone else is at a feast,

I’ve turned up late still expecting to get the best seat; I’m unplugged but I still wanna experience the beat.

Living, loving, always learning;
My inability to do these is rather concerning.

I simply don’t know where I stand anymore,
Although I’m knocking, I’m fearful of going through the door.

My OCD, my fears, my tears,
Have made me forget what I hold dear.

Have I lost vision in order to get ahead in life’s race,
But I’m not even keeping up with the pace?

I’m just lost; lost for words, lost for reason,
I’m not mechanically built to last this season.

I can’t remember what set my World on fire,
What kept me awake at night and kindled my desire.

Shepherd and Father, your lamb is lost and doesn’t even know where to turn. Help.

Ryan Lane 2011

You came to me and stood by my side,
I’ve witnessed that supernatural power is the verdict of why anxiety died.

It seemed as though I was on my own and lost forever,
Yet somehow you found me in my inescapable box of stormy weather.

How did you pull me from despair? How is it that on my head you know every hair?

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, even if passionate repetition isn’t fashionable amongst men.

Your awesome power never ceases to amaze, this at times doubtful heart, which has moments of craze.

When I imagine you’ve forgotten me, like I’ve been left behind,
Like you hold my plan but to it I’m purposely blind.

And then, you turn back up out of nowhere, even when I’ve thrown the towel in and don’t even care.

You persistently pursue me; bring me back to my senses for no fee.

Repent, and my sinful ideas of neglect are wiped clean, and never again by my eyes to be seen.

I could write for eternity on this love that never quits, that picks me up and dusts me down when my life is in bits.

This, I will continue to do, for it is my form of worship to you.

But for the time being, I will sum it up by saying: You are God. Thank you for being You.

Ryan Lane 2011

I’m living in comfort, no worries, no stress; but not giving God my very best.
Taking more than I’m willing to give, and not prepared for human nature to die so I may truly live.

Dipping my toe in His work, but not ready to be engulfed in desire to serve.
Fear of failure commitment and time, is easier to swallow than my pride.

Yesterday I devoted myself completely, until I had nothing left to give, and yet my internal scars remain with me until I no longer live.

Mediocrity is my way of protecting myself from future pain, because if my best is not enough, then I don’t have so much to re-gain.

I want to soar on eagles’ wings, but spectating is easier than enduring the stings,
That can come as a price of following the One, and taking up my baton with a heart to run.

But is it not a worthy price, when it can lead a child back to Christ?
Completely transform their lives, and do the same for others despite the strife?

So no more hesitation, no more second thoughts,
Just a sign of strength by letting God run his course.

Ryan Lane 2011

I ain’t drunk or high on anything, except confusion;
Diffusion, decisions, destiny- it’s all a blur;
I can’t concur what it is, but it feels extraordinary;
Contradictory to what nurture tells me I should feel;

Peel away the doubt, fear and questions;
Mention a surge in psychosis and we relate;
Debate, argue-it’s up to you;
Truth is what penetrates my soul, and I know it;

Sit, talk-you wanna know how to get this feeling?
Dealing drugs, getting drunk-it ain’t the answer;
Dance, sing to the One who brings the morning sun;
One name-Jesus-solves the mysteries;

The queries that invade my mind;
I ain’t blind cos he opened my eyes to the beautiful power of peace;
Deceased is worry about life and death and the stuff in between;

I’m clean from the constant sin cycle, and I live life to the full;
Pull me away? That ain’t never gonna happen, ever;
Never do I wanna trade temporary highs for content;
Begin the ascent into eternal glory.

Ryan Lane 2011

King of the heaven and king of the skies, with a heart bigger than any man’s pride.

My trip to hell and back stains my heart, I’m longing for a fresh start.

You’re the only one to reduce me to tears, the only One who I feel safe to admit my fears.

I’m the dark horse who can only be me cos of your grace, the child who longs to keep my eyes on your perfect face.

You’re the only thing constant in a world fixed on change; you’re the only one who gives the orphan a claim.

So many would have got rid of me by now, but you see the sun behind my horizon of cloud.

Even with my hangover from my wrong, you put in my heart a new song.

You know how to penetrate my heart, and how to put love where there was a dart.
Even in my deepest despair, you pull me up out of vanity fair.

And make me realise what a mess I am without you, and how selfishness is not a lifestyle I want to pursue.

You’re the only one who brings me to my knees, you’re the only one who I want to please.

You’ve heard my plea, you’ve heard my cry, knowing you’re my Father is something I can’t deny.

I know I’ll be here again; admitting your way is superior to that of men.

But thank you Abba Father that your love never fails, and my sin is left on the blood stained nails.

Ryan Lane 2011

Diverse talent, many shapes, all to help create a kingdom culture here on Earth.

Don’t listen to what the World says you’re worth.

Don’t be fooled into thinking the World compares,
for their joy is never eternal.

You came from Him and so does your gift; His DNA runs through your veins.

So don’t shy away from being yourself, because no one else can fulfill your calling.

It took me a while to realise mine, and not everyone shares my view.

Whether on stage or not, it doesn’t make a difference; all He wants is a trust and heart for Him.

I’ve been blessed to be published around the World; I’ve been blessed to meet some of my inspirations.

But that comes from daily decisions, which aren’t always easy.

There is always a storm before the calm.

But no Godly choice goes unnoticed.

So, it’s time we all stepped up to our calling.

Maybe I was in the place that life finds you, unsure of what things to pursue.

The euphoria that runs to my core, only comes from doing what I was made for.

Maybe you didn’t think poetry could be blunt, and maybe you didn’t think Church could be fun.

Yet here you sit not knowing where to turn, not knowing how to use this passion that burns.

My very being longs to do what my appearance wouldn’t show; what is your gift? You may not even know.

But nothing is too big or small, to be a brick in God’s wall

Against the doubt and fear that surrounds each of us, but when one day our bodies turn to dust.

Then what will you be left with at the end of your life? Can you truly say your selfish nature died?

A light is never created to be hidden, and this wave of talent is made to be ridden.

That’s all I have today; but God always has something more to say.

Seek him who made you, and the King will reveal what to pursue, and what of you he will choose to use.

Ryan Lane 2011