Moses discovered it.
I am discovering it.
The cost of obeying the call.
Of leaving all behind to follow.
Taking a stand for the Truth
can come at a high price.
Loss of riches.
Loss of identity.
Loss of reputation.
Loss of familiarity.
Loss of home.
Loss.
Of all I've known.

The price of freedom.
The freedom that comes
from following Him.
Is full of losses to grieve.
But what I gain.
Is so much more.
Eternal treasures.
Beyond compare.
A deeper knowledge
of His great love for me.
Discovering my new identity.
My eternal destiny.
Discovering why He chose
to lay hold of me.
Freedom in Christ.
Beauty for ashes.
Joy in His Presence.
Glory!
Glory!
Glory!
Which can never be stolen from me.
If this is the price of freedom.
I say...
Amen!
For everything else is loss.
Compared to knowing Him.
Gaining Jesus.
Who is my Life.
And whose Love is better
than life itself.
This.
Is the price.
Of Freedom.

The Last Day

When he comes for me
I will argue with the man in black
Open a bottle of wine.
When he tells me to hurry I will ignore him
I will open a tin of tunny fish
Never drink on empty stomach.
I will walk to my funeral
Criticise the flower arrangement  
Give the last orders burp and die.

The serpentine queue refused to budge.

It were the grown-ups that were stressed
the children babbled showing no unhappiness
with the pause offering so much more to do
and nothing that useful to look forward to.

Some faces looked as though made no sense
this waiting for mundane taxing patience
but were eyes that peered staunchly keen
as if the wait's end God would be seen.

Though lumps of time allowed break from the run
not one face showed up some feeling of the fun
anxious and jittery they smoked up the place
to my mind the children were only saving grace.