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Transition

September 13th, 2015

Change is happening all around me,

An ever flowing river, constant and surrounding as the sea,

Change or get left behind,

Change or get accused of a closed mind.

 

Change in itself has become the ultimate goal,

Neglecting the change’s effect on the soul,

You see when we change we are still the same,

Gender, sexuality, religion, name.

 

It’s all the same, just a mask for the same game.

Changing anything is the religion we proclaim,

But what ever happened to proclaiming Jesus’ name?

From the mountain, in the valley, in your place of work,

In the places of darkness, sadness, loneliness, hurt.

 

See Jesus was there at creation, there at man’s first fall,

With Noah, Abraham, Saul, the best and worst of them all,

He was there to take away the sin of the world,

He will be there for the church, His bride, His pearl.

 

When all this comes to an end,

It will start with the Messiah that God sent,

He’ll come with trumpet sound,

He’ll be there on the quaking ground.

 

See Jesus is the Alpha and the omega, he doesn’t change,

It is us who need to be formed into the likeness of He who does not change!

When we change without knowing in to what image we are becoming,

We all just become deaf and blind, taking a drug from which we become numb.

 

The only change us and others should see is the body being sanctified,

Afresh, anew, leaving our old selves at the place where Jesus died.

It hurts, growing pains, changing happening again and again,

Being sanded back, refined, purified, the most beautiful pain.

 

He is the beginning, and the end, and everything in between,

He is the One through whom we are truly clean.

Messiah, Saviour, but most importantly, Lord,

The One who said no to the sword,

For His word is sharper, cuts to the core of everything and everyone,

Change is here to stay, but as for me, it is in conformation to the Son.

 

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January 24th, 2014

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Unity

December 23rd, 2013

Pledge allegiance once again, whatever reason befit,
For we stand united in embers derelict.
For Queen and country, for noble cause,
To regain the homeland stolen by Smaug.
Elves, dwarves, man- does it matter?
If we remain divided our enemies needn’t scatter.
For we are weak when our opposition is many,
But join for common good, and we shan’t be defeated by any.
Armour is useless, swords void,
Fighting futile, for we shall be destroyed,
If we do not change our erroneous ways,
Clinging onto the ashes of hurt of yesterday.
Hurt past on from our Fathers’ wars,
Wounds remain salted, exposed, raw.
Let them close, let them heal,
Let honour be your only seal.
Stand up, you creatures of Adam!
Did not unity form the original atom?
Hierarchy, type, and hurt aside,
Though painful swallow your foolish pride.
Set your gaze once again on that prize,
The treasure that settled when you first set eyes.
All this is ours, if we unite as one,
Fight til the death, if not the setting of the Sun.

Contact Info

February 23rd, 2011

Hi, You can contact me on my Facebook Group which is “ryanlanewriter” or by e-mail “ryanlane1994@yahoo.co.uk”……

Welcome :)

December 12th, 2010

Hi, Just wanted to say “Welcome to my blog” 🙂 If you are not sure where to start, then the Christian Poetry section on the left of this page is a good place to kick off. Feel free to leave a comment and let me know where you are from. Also you can join my facebook group under “Ryanlanewriter” and keep up to date with whats happening. God Bless Ryan 🙂

Can you imagine

August 6th, 2010

Just to let all my French friends know. My poem “Can you imagine is currently being translated into French 🙂

Special Thanks

April 25th, 2010

I would like to say a special thank you to a guy in my church called “Steve Hood”. A fellow creative, he was the one that gave me the push to publicise my poems. I had always been shy about showing them to others, but Steve just sent me a message with two words in it : Step Out. Without that message, my poems would be still scribbled in the book I keep next to my bed. Thanks Steve.