Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Belong, believe, behave

Knowing where we 're coming from
Knowing who we are
Knowing where we do belong
Fighting an inside war
At this side of the grave
Knowing how we will be saved
As long as we

Having shed a lot of tears
In our darkest nights
Having found a place to rest
After tons of rebellious fights
Find the exit of this fleshly cave
As long as we

Saddle up nd ride our horse
Play our guitar and shut up
Have a glass of wine with me
Let me fill your empty cup
Through this bloodstained opened grave
As long as you
You too will bust out of your grave

GARDEN revisited

Before Christ was taken 
he prayed 
in  a garden
as if to point out 
to us all
in a garden like this
a perfect  world 
became undone

in a garden like this
I bid you all welcome
to the rising
of the Son.


Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Silent prayer

To sit in silence
what God will reveal from Himself
in the next few moments.

To pray
without words
without sound
without thoughts
just floating onto the spiritual waters
that surrounds me as i lay my burdens down
before His feet

To think about His name
to give Him honor and glorify Him
here, in time as time passes by.
Every second a step further towards His light.
Crawling to the lamb
Cranking up my amp
to play a tune of worship

To open my eyes again and
let the world come in through them
and let the sound reveal
what is false and what is real
and knowing the love will cast out al of my fears

Hallowed be His name

Three days in the deep

Three days in the deep

with Koheleth


to each other

in silence



on  what we’d see

under the sun

under the moon

being amongst other people

does one leave 


Hail Aslan!

Tuesday, March 1, 2016


True colors
true sounds
true lives
true burdens
true lies
true sins
true truths
through true truths
trying to find
what is right
what is worth while
believing in

Love is all

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

On Art Larry Norman.

the words of larry norman

what is art? - 1990
What is ART? God is the Creator of our World, Our Universe. His art is LIFE. He has made a visible world around us, full of detail and complexity, and He has lavished the same intricate care on the world outside of our periphery. High in the mountains where men seldom walk, God has always given rich colours and delicate perfumes to each flower He has made. He didn't smudge the definition, forget to cluster the priapic pistil with pollen kissed stamen simply because explorers and their sherpas might not see them.

Deep in the ocean where the pressure-per-square-inch prevents any man's eyes from watching, unseen and uncategorized fish-things enjoy their life cycle in God's gaze, particulate, fluorescent, soft-boned and shimmering in gilled glory, not for the approval of man but for God's pleasure.

Life is God's art. God has rendered His art in our universe in three dimensions; revealed Himself to us in the Trinity, Given man the triune aspects of body, spirit, soul; set us in motion on the planes of time, space and matter, bonded our entities with the protons, neutrons and electrons; translated matter catalystially into energy through proteins, carbohydrates and fats; supported our life on land, air and sea with food, oxygen and water.

He has given to man and woman a child, and the three perceptive senses of touch, sight, and sound. While textbooks errantly include taste and smell and scientists debate the presence of quarks and black holes, God moves on and doesn't move at all. He is the Alpha, The I Am, and the Omega; The Past, The Omni-Present and The Future.

There were three crosses on that hill. One man was perfect, one man repented of his imperfection, and the third man embraced his sin in willful death lock, unrepentant. Christ spent three days in the grave. He broke the gates of death and arose, sealing the resurrection, redemption, and salvation for the cause of our body, spirit and soul. Now we have good, great reason to walk in faith, hope and love in this three dimensional realm He fashioned for us. One third of the angels fell and the other two-thirds stand against them in the strength of that majority, while God sustains us as we wrestle not against flesh, or blood, but against spiritual principalities; that wickedness ascribed to high places.

What is the art of man? It is sufficient as a pale copy of God's visible Creation. No painter ever brushed, colored, and shaped at his canvas with any original vision. No sculptor molded the clay, chiseled the marble, or smelted the metal with any unimaginable result. We are God's unbound art, His Creation. Let us reflect this in our own art; His Love, His Mercy, His Forgiveness.

Larry Norman - East Berlin 1990

Tuesday, March 17, 2015


Freedom lies in the solitude
I  often wonder why
Mankind is reaching out for more
‘cause we’re not able to get higher
Than the highest cloud

Freedom lies in the solitude
I often wonder why
Mankind is reaching much to far
Cause we can ‘t think deeper 
Than our deepest thoughts

But when we pray
Our spirit soars
Into the highest heaven

Freedom lies in the solitude
I often wonder why
Mankind is always looking back
And say the past was better
Than life will be today
Say there will be a new tomorrow
And then pursue their way

Still chained
To their own concentions
Follow their misleading intentions

But when we pray
Our spirits soars
Into the highest heavens

Freedom lies in the solitude

Of a softly prayer