Unwrap him and let him go! (John 12: 44).

E prayed for the blind to see. Jesus has resurrected Lazurus. Then again, He is resurrection and life (11:25).

Last year I wanted to remember this and now I am reminded at God’s embodiment of life

Open my eyes God. May the world’s definition of love and beauty not blind me from Truth, from Life: You

Unwrap me and let me go

Gone with the wind

Weight of God’s love

Burying me in hope, and setting me free in grace

Ciously, boldly letting me go

Unwrap me. I dared myself not to be ashamed of my nakedness

See right into me. Vulnerable.

Kiss me with intimate sayings of Truth

Honestly I will rebuke the lies of love of this world

You are its very embodiment.

Meant to die, and live. Meant to die to live.

Live and kicking. Grave, death’s sting no longer burns

I mourn, I’m in pain. And yet I can see

You unwrap its clutches and let us go

Silence. Blindness. You awaken my senses to life

Truth holds me

The only Way forward. Forward. Forward

Back then, I put on lies because they were attractive

But you kept on pulling me back

Bringing me back

Pushing me forward. Towards you

To a sanctuary of outward reflection on you

Your relentless love

You passionate Holy grace

Radically redefining me

I look to you

I gaze into you

Unwrap me and let me go

Maybe I’ll find someone like you,

United Kingdom, joined in the chorus of a love that is lost,

Losing out on the ‘good times’, a memory of such moments

Moaning, drowning into an abyss of tears

Crying out, for more.

Overtime this is stunted into silence.

Nothing to give to, nothing to donate to, nothing to be part of

A United Kingdom, a burnt out flame of forgotten passion

The sweet taste of life is squeezed into rules,

The warmth of joyful memories is placed into a frame

You’ve been, put into satire and cyncism

Isms are forever studied, explored, but they gather dust… never realised

WAKE UP.

United Kingdom your soul is joined in thi song because you left him

United Kingdom your heart is sinking into consumerism

United Kingdom your mind is confined into a commodity

United Kingdom, Maybe I’ll find someone like you

Because I used to love you,

I used to hold you, into dreams of future glories

My heart is neither in a colony, nor in a European window

As I look out I understand that it is in Him

You cannot find anyone like Him.

He is no memory,

But he is Living

He is no theory

He is Truth

He is no PC conforming direction

He is life

Try not to be apathetic about this one

He will always love you, even if I won’t

Yeshua knows that in His Kingdom is everything you’ve strived to create

And failed to embody

Love him. Because his chorus of Heaven is too good to carry on loving a lost love