Consider what to cease
With a view to increase
That margin needed to keep
Your essential level of peace

Maintain a healthy fringe
Rather than pack each inch
With no room to breathe
When circumstances pinch
 
Protect rest on your pillow
And the rest will follow
Make enough space
For more of your mellow

You're not who you were.
You're not who you will be.
You're part way up your steep frail stair
And always will be.

You're a part completed work.
You're perfect as you are.
You're emerging as from aged oak block,
A part-seen piece of art.

You're a faint chime in the wind.
You're a symphony by Brahms.
You're an orchestra tuning up
At last night at the proms.

I love you as you are.
I love all you will grow to be.
As I hold you in my arms
Lost in your newborn beauty.

Oh I don't like this
This isn't right
It's another country
Everything's one long fight

It's like a foreign language
Nothing's the same
It's all gone wrong
Tell me her name again

I just wish it was like it was
I just can't keep track
Oh don't get old Steve
It never comes back

You won't leave me will you...

God's not choosy,
He chose me.

Tomorrow I'll rejoin the fray,
Seeking to keep us all a little safer; Restraining, revoking,
Cajolling, provoking,
Addressing those who fail to see
A more enlightened way
Of treating the wider community.
Workers seek to save
And secure a future for their families
While navigating over-selling audacity,
Under-disclosure with a lack of clarity,
And obscure charging opacity
Or plain old mis-selling strategies.
So thanks, but I'll pass on that job hint
And continue rummaging through the regulatory tool kit,
And find the spanner that'll fit
The next nut that I'll inevitably be faced with.
It's great to hear your stories,
But for now I'll continue where I best fit
Pursuing retail investigations
With my best forensic slick.

The Son of Man came
To transcend convention
To translate divine love
Into cross border action
Spanning the gulf
Between God and creation
He reached out and touched
With a purity contagion.

He now offers living, flowing hydration
That slakes lifetime thirst with briming  compassion
Not a one time spurt, but a hurt healing transformation
So don't waste time on perpetual  dissatisfaction.

Come meet the Messiah
Who shouldered rejection
And you'll meet the God-man
With His bucket of salvation.

Will we sing just a little
Will we dance a few fresh steps
Will we glance a glimpse of heaven
Will we start whatever's next?

Will we smile with glad approval
Will we laugh with no regrets
Will we pursue our walk together
Will we shout a heart felt Yes!?

Let's turn this corner boldly
Let's run the last few steps
Let's trust the call within us
And answer with our Yes!