Is it bad, when a home is no longer a home?
When the place you called Safe your whole Life
becomes a chamber for your near and necessary death-
your Lonely and Small, execution.

An alabaster jar, easy broken, easy spilled,

is brought before him who had it filled.

The jar is broken and out pours love

upon Love’s feet, soon pierced high above

He has strengthened her faith in fire, it is stronger than steel.

In her hands, a weapon like no other;

The Spirit of God and he is like fire unquenching.

She is untouchable, as His child, and she is in battle for him.

Opposition is rising, and though her ranks may fail

The battle has already been won,

Jesus Christ is victorious.

We walk these crooked streets

Watching thick, throbbing veins pump black ooze

Throughout our tiny world like drainpipes.

They infect people, houses, even churches.

The symptoms of this disease?

Loss of sight and loss of life.

In response to ‘An Epitaph in Kilraughts Old Graveyard’

In these changing days, our history is suppressed

But remember us, remember our name.

We are the covenanters

And we stand with Christ.