The Robin of Corner House

Be still and know.

That perfect place of silent bliss
Where dainty waves do flow
And quiets there those hearts amiss
As they then seawards go
Light hits the curved aperture
A glimpse of heaven so brief
My mind is like this curvature
That bends in humble grief
But is subdued, as I retreat,
and rest in grand reprieve.
The ocean’s fate, is quiet peace
I marvel and will find joy in this.
My heart is ever still upon the waters.


By Way of The Deep
By way of the waters
By way of the sea
By way of the rivers
I draw them to me.

By Livingstone’s source
By way through the mountains
I draw them to me
By way through the hills.

By way of my vessels
To desolate shores
By way through great oceans
By way of the moors.

By way of deep valleys
By way of the bush
By way of the whale
And on beyond Tarshish.

By ways yet uncharted
I’ll gather my sheep
By way of the desert
By way of the deep.

By way of compassion
I’ll bring forth relief
By way of resilience
By way of belief.

By ways of disaster
By way of revolt
There is but one master
By way of the boat.

By way of high waters
They’ll sail through secure
To fish fishes unfished,
To the Bay of Bengal.

By way of strange people
And territories unknown
I sailed far on West
By young Titus Coan.

For by way of my servants
By uncertain dreams
By hopeless endeavours
Or so it would seem.

I’ll gather my sheep!
I’ll gather my sheep!
By way of the desert,
By way of the deep.

I sent Patrick before you
And Morris he said
‘For my father I go..’
He bruised and he bled.

Will you go to the islands?
Will you go to the sea?
Will you go if I send you?
Will you go on for me?

By Tubman’s desire,
By Joseph in chains
By way of the fire
To those that remain

I’ll call out for moses
And raise the red sea
And pull back the Jordan
Just – Go on for me.

By an unknown valley
And mustard seed faith
The mountains I’ll rally
For those who upon me shall wait.

I’ll tame the serpent’s bite
For the one who’ll remember
That by way of my might
I am a strong defender

Will you go to the islands?
Will you go to the sea?
Will you go if I send you?
Will you go on for me?

Will you go to the cities?
Will you go to the plains?
Will you stand before death?
For my children enchained.

For by ways yet uncharted
I’ll gather my sheep
By way of the desert
By way of the deep.

The Meaning of Love.
Like the mists upon the moorlands
And the sun’s gaze on a summer’s day
Like eternal springs which flow amongst us
Is Your love that never fails.

Like the rain drums on the dry weary soil
After a year-long drought
Like the first harvest after a famine
Is the Lord’s love for the soul worn-out

As the morning dew covers the grass
And the green grass covers the hills
As the hills encompass the towns within
So Your love surrounds us, still

Oh what can compare to the joy of the being
Who searches, restless and forlorn
Till He then discovers this wonderful thing
A veil that has been torn

Oh what can compare to the joy that is found
In the depths of life’s essence
Beneath the shadow of the Almighty God
Beneath the cross of Christ our Lord.
Beneath the mountain that forever changed
The Meaning of Love.