Archive for the ‘Christian Poetry’ Category

I’ll Wait

January 7th, 2015

I will wait upon You all my days, to be filled by Your vine.

To know the sweetness of undeserved grace, of love divine.

Only of Your cup shall I drink,

In none but the sea of grace shall I sink.


This love is simple yet much to comprehend,

The Creator also the Lamb sent.

Tis no other way but to fear Your hand,

To give all You have given me, for nothing is mine to have.


Still waters run deep, but only Yours are forever,

Make the servant the master, the unwise clever.

That you would bear my cross breaks me every day,

For each and every soul, lest the devastation of hell fade.


Come, nourish me for all my days,

There is no fulfilment apart from Your ways.

No other do I so thirst for,

Never do I need ask for more.


You are the water of life,

Filling me from the inside,

Until I burst with Your glory,

Your Spirit’s out pouring.


An all sufficient source,

Making me burst forth,

Telling of Your might,

Your power my sight.


As I believe in You, so come the flowing waters,

Whosoever believes in You, is Your Son, Your daughter.

As I drink from You, I become a spring,

A well of eternity, completeness that You alone bring.


Ryan Lane 2015

Lonely Star

November 12th, 2014

 Lonely star, I see you there,

Observer from afar; does anyone care?

No one knows, no one feels the way you do,

Won’t let it show, no one knows what you’ve been through.


Been to hell, experienced the worst of the world,

Truly fell for the beauty of gold and girls.

Life wasn’t quite what you thought it’d be,

Lights not as bright, nothing left in which to believe.


The result is clear, if only to my eyes,

Overrun by fear, wondering if there is anything but lies.

Your light is dim, ever heading towards the dark,

Optimism wearing thin, disappointment leaves its mark.


But you’re not done yet, not completely given over,

Wipe away those tears, wait for spring, my clover.

These ashes can be reformed, shattered pieces un-broken,

Life in the aftermath of the storm, the gambler’s last token.


So lay your weary head in these enveloping arms,

I know all that’s been said and done to cause this harm.

I’ve cried with you every time a new scar would appear,

I’ll make all things new, cast light on your dark fear.


Lonely star, don’t give in, for a new dawn is here,

A time for new beginnings, wiping away every tear.

For here is life, love, in its everlasting affection,

Nothing remains but unending, unabated perfection.


Ryan Lane 2014

Undivided Heart- Based on Ezekiel 11:19

July 14th, 2014


Saviour, Lord of all, my foundation,

My Father who loved before I was my parents’ thought.

So many things try to capture my heart.

Claim the salvation of souls so fiercely sought.


But I am Yours, as You are mine,

To love one another with heart, soul and mind.

From this day forth I declare no other,

Takes the place of the Saviour brother.


Idols destroyed, all else but loss,

Clinging to none but the One who hung on the Cross.

The Saviour who was also the lamb,

The King most High who became the lowliest man.


Forgot all dignity, became love in its harshest form,

Sacrifice more severe than any other could perform.

I humbly declare naught remains in my heart but the Eternal One.

All material forgotten in the name of the Worthy Son.


 Ryan Lane 2014

I am nothing

July 7th, 2014

I am nothing without You in my heart,

An untapped void, an unwatered seed,

Finished before the start.


My wholeness is not without You,

An illusion of the mind,

A lie thought to be truth.


I shrink inward without Your water,

Starve without Your daily bread,

Search for the treasure most sought.


I know not whether it be creation,

Or whether it be nurture,

Or if culmination forms the ideation.


For You are the artist of every canvas,

Every distinguishing feature,

The molecules, strokes, stanzas.


As inescapable as the atmosphere,

Yet addictive like no other,

Not a drug, but serenity when You are near.


Still I cry “draw near!” when you never left,

Claim I found You when You weren’t hiding,

Mourning when there is none to be bereft.


Thought I loved something other than you,

But You are in everything,

Thus it was You I pursued.


Though not the ideal of true worship,

The emptiness drew me back,

Hallejuia once again on my tongue’s tip.


Everywhere, everyone, everything, eternal,

Not to be kept; simply shared and known,

This abounding, magnificent kernel.


Ryan Lane 2014

This is not the life for me

March 27th, 2014

This is not the life for me,

This life of hoarded treasure.

To take all, to give nothing,

Above all to pursue one’s pleasure.

It all becomes empty after a while,

Finding meaning in one’s self.

I only found loneliness,

In amongst material wealth.


I was told to create my own purpose,

For that was á la mode.

Apparently man is capable of his own joy,

The decipherer of his own code.

For there is no eternal life,

Nothing beyond the grave.

For apparently we came from nothing,

So there is nothing by which to be saved.


Yet there is talk of Gods,

Though no longer identified by that name.

Now we are the captains of our fate,

Each our own height of fame.

For what starts with self, ends with self,

The beginning and the end.

Post modernity the new wisdom,

From deep within this truth was sent.


But this is not the life for me,

For there is a nagging inside.

Feels like fate calling,

Somehow it’s what I’ve tried to hide.

It tells me I was born for a purpose,

Born for something more.

Tells me I am headed somewhere,

And this life determines if it is sky or the floor.


I follow this guy called Jesus,

He’s been around for a while.

He came to die for those,

Who dealt him his exile.

He says the only way to live,

Is to give up your life.

To live by that,

Which your core tells you is right.


For that same man,

Who hung on the cross,

Was the one who formed you,

He is the living God.

Follow Him every day of your life,

Spread the Good News.

For that is what He made us for,

And it is up to us to choose.


Where we will spend our eternity,

For it will come all the same.

Will you spend your life making yourself happy,

Or raising the name above all names?


Ryan Lane 2014

Prepare my heart

January 17th, 2014

Prepare my heart, Saviour, Father, Lord,

Help me lay aside all vain things I adore,

Rather to fall at Your feet.


You love me as your child,

But hate the sinfulness that defiles,

That ultimately leaves me empty.


The many things that try to intrude,

Claiming to possess everlasting truth,

I leave them at Your alter.


Though their charm be great in strength,

All physical is short in length,

A drop trying to quench thirst.


The thirst placed in my heart,

By Your hands at creation’s start,

To be fulfilled by nothing else.


Than Your whole, magnificent being,

That but a glimpse my eyes are seeing,

Yet more than enough to sustain my awe.


For to live is Christ, to die is gain,

So how can I keep living this way,

Cling to the dust of the ground?


Come, empty me of anything that is not of You,

Create in me a heart anew,

For I need a fresh start.


Each day I fall from grace,

Undeserving to look upon Thy face,

But Your mercies never end.


And so I prepare my heart to meet with You,

The One whose heart I want to pursue,

But who first pursued me at the dawn of time.


Come, meet me in a new way,

Let my race restart on this day,

From now on, your path is where I shall remain.

Ryan Lane 2014

World War Three

June 2nd, 2013

Born into an age post two world wars,
Decades ago yet the wounds still sore.
Millions killed, not in vain,
Countering a sick man’s desire to see the world in flames.

His own dreams and desires previously unfulfilled,
Using power as an imposition against our wills.
Sick, twisted men have manipulated our fate,
Turned many an individual life into but a date.

Beliefs so far beyond the human capacity,
Imposed behind a chair due to his lack of tenacity.
But that time has gone, a new dawn is here,
Not that we forget, simply let it live in tears.

The cloud of self-righteous men has seemingly passed,
The morning sun of unity has seemingly come at last.
Yet that unity is a war in itself,
Compromising God given belief for the gaining of egotistical wealth.

Not that we should impose against the will of fellow men,
Simply return to a time when objectivity ruled again.
The reason for such Christian division,
Is subjective morality has become the new religion.

We want not to upset our neighbour,
So in face we grin whilst our moral compasses labour.
Not knowing where to turn, whether to smile and bear,
The ever changing views of the World out there.

I see no clear choices, no clear vision,
Simply spontaneous, man-decided, life-changing decisions.
The very unity which, above all, we pursue,
Is in fact creating a greater distance between me and you.

It shan’t be too long before things explode,
The guns that were laid down are already reloaded.
For world war three has already begun,
And its cause has been lack of the One.

The One who told us to love our neighbour,
Yet not worship unity, but its Creator.
It’s raging on the inside, though it has not yet been recognised,
It’s been hidden behind its peaceful disguise.

To love homosexuals, those of other faiths,
But not to let them marry in God’s holy place.
We have been shown the way, the light,
So let’s stop pretending to accept that which we know is not right.
Stand firm, fellow Christians, in the face of adversity,
For all should praise our God despite diversity.

Ryan Lane 2013

What a great friend

May 6th, 2013

What a great friend I have in Jesus my Lord,
The reasoning of my faith and one who knows what it is to be abhorred.
The former of the ground on which I stand,
Who knows what a struggle it is to be a man.

I like not to dwell on where I would be,
If it weren’t for the truest friendship of He.
I have seen and tried but some of the World’s sweetness,
And already I know I would be more lonely than ever were it not for meekness.

It is not a failing to admit He is my truest of friends,
For when I see the King at my life’s end,
I know none but He will have understood my struggles so well,
For He have bore my successes as much as the times that I fell.

Ryan Lane 2013

Lean Not On Your Own Understanding

March 17th, 2013

Such a sweet moment it was when I came to realise,
That the future will not be decided by the conception of my mind’s eye.

Though my mind be sharp and quick, better than it has ever been,
Though it will continue to develop, investigating areas unseen.

Though I am witness to a time of greatness, with intellect refined,
Not all of man’s best efforts, even if combined,
None could surpass, nor come marginally close to, the Almighty One,
The Father of Science, the former of the cosmos, the subject of all Theology, the artist of the stars and Sun.

For He is the former of those whose intellect is admired,
He instilled discontent with reasonless acceptance, He lit the match of passion’s burning fire.

Therefore who am I, great though I think I may be,
Who am I to try and predict the future, when even the day I die is known by He?

How well I rest knowing He is in heaven, anticipating blessings to come,
Barely containing His excitement when He provides the blessings He’s always promised, preparing His angels for when I feel glum.

So surely it makes sense to let go, let God be who He is,
Fight feelings of self-greatness, knowing that there is no greatness other than His.

Ryan Lane 2013

The Daily Battle

January 14th, 2013

Morning prayer time is done, my soul is clean,
My eyes set ahead, forgetting what I’ve seen.
A unique calling I have, not like my peers,
Ploughing for the summers ahead, while others create their own regrettable years.

Walking out the door, I feel fallen from grace,
In the sky’s clouds of sin I can barely make out Your face.
It seems we’ve taken You for granted for too long,
And soon You’ll run out of mercy for our un-repented wrongs.

The battle You fought, Lord, was harder than mine;
You entered the city of sin, knowing for it, You would die.
Not in vain, but for the sin they laughed at;
Undoubtedly it was worthwhile, for on the throne You are now sat.

But, Lord, I need renewal of strength from You;
In a World of sin and lies, I need Your truth.
I keep fighting the battle, and yet my comrades seem fewer,
For they cannot resist the World’s lure.

I never doubt that You are the way,
For one of Your words is more than the endless chatter they say.
My armour is strengthened by the war I’m in,
And I know that despite momentary faltering, we will ultimately win.

Renew my faith in You when my weakness invades;
Not only is it more tiresome working without You, but it is in vain.
Drunkenness; faded memories; worthless sex- it’s not for me.
One Earth; one wife; one life; living for the Kingdom- that’s the way for me.

Ryan Lane 2013