The Problem.

The problem is this. There is a kind heart, that dwells in the cavity of my chest.

It wants to help it wants to give and stay away from protest.

The heart has been guarded all of its life, and built a wall covered with garland.

But behind the flowers and behind the colour streams is a wall concrete and hardened – that covers the heart.

I never wanted to see the pain, I never wanted  hear the cries,

I wanted a world of fairies and sparkles, I wanted to remain blind.

I wanted to create a bubble where everything was good and bright,

And every time there was the possibility of seeing over the wall – it gave me a terrible freight.

So where do I go, where do I turn. the sadness over the hedge is one I never want to learn.

But I need to help

I began climbing over the wall and saw someone in need.

A little boy was starved, and I had some Bread to feed.

I let down my rope to climb , and held on to it tight, he looked up in hope and gratitude,

But had a little more might.

I never expected to be pulled , or tossed or turned or thrown .

But I was weaker than I expected, less strong than I had known.

Do I let go ?

I looked up to the sky, overcast by the shadow created by the wall.

And ended up feeling quite helpless, ended up feeling quite small.

Break down the walls I ask, may they fall smoothly and fast.

Then they slowly began to crumble, by the sound of a trumpet blast.

So now my world isn’t closed in, I choose to see the pain and share the Bread.

But I’ll set some strong and sturdy boundary pillars and build a fence instead.

God is worth Trusting

I don't even know where to start , it has been the longest time since I've posted anything on here, But I always used to find it so calming and expressive. I know it enriched my life to see my words on a screen and out -of-my-mind so to speak.I could try and catch up with my life for the next two pages. But I shan't. Alot has happened in this year so far. I had my second graduation, launched a social enterprise, completed some amazing projects at work, started lifting, turned 23 , renovated our house (still happening), and soooo much more.

Its been good.

Its been busy -

Its been a goodbusy few months.

But very exciting. I've also started really desiring to invest into my younger sisters at church , I'm at a place whereby I feel like I can time-wise. Although, I seem to be forgetting that I need to be even closer to God when I'm getting closer to others in way of pouring into them. So I must focus on that.


Here's a poem I sent to a few of my favourite little sisters in Christ recently.






God is worth trusting.

And though our lives may need adjusting.

Make no mistake of His love.

Although sin He is not permitting of.




But perfection is not what He asks

He just doesn’t want pretence or masks.

He loves us in the struggle, He helps us in the fight. He wants your deep exclusivity - He wants with you to be tight.




So do everyday with Him.

Think of Him from the start.

He only asks for one thing ,

A committed and honest heart.

A King is Coming

Our focus as the body through the years has really shifted. In he early church , people were literally joining in communion, praying and watching and waiting for the return of Christ; now it seems to be such a far focus from our minds.
Sometimes things like Christmas can only heighten this distraction. Let always remember to refocus and have a zoned view of His return. It could just be sooner than we expect.



It all began with a lady, a snake and fruit;
That caused a severe earth to Heaven cosmic dispute.
And from that day prophesied an announcement, drumming,
That somewhere in the distant future, a King was coming.

Then there was a man, who couldn’t have a son;
He obeyed the many calls of God – but as for children, he had none.
And then the impossible happened ,
And the lineage by which the CHRIST would be stemming –
Began, and continued fervently still; A King was coming.

And it was confirmed over and over again,
by a boy with a sling and a man who slept in a lion’s den.
By prophets and princes and peoples, all of history was buzzing .
All declaring the one phrase : A King was coming.

And finally, an angel appeared to a teenage girl,
Some shepherds and nobles who excitedly made a swirl.
God Holy above had reached out to man
-How gracious, how kind, how loving !
He never went back on His word, He said a King was coming;

And so He came.

And gave all humanity the chance to know Him again.
Removed our sin, so that our relationship to Him could amend .
He rose from the dead, and now to Him we can spend our lives running.
But He shan’t leave us, He shan’t leave us here, He said: He is coming.

So keep watch and with your days wait.
Don’t leave your afterlife to fate.
This time He won’t be a baby – I assure you He wasn’t bluffing.
Forever to reign for eternity.
The King is surely coming.

Yours Truly

The enemy is all about making everything the same. he wants everyone, to look the same, talk, act, the same way. It would make his job a whole lot easier; and throw back at God one of the things He loved the most ... diversity. Exploration, inclusion, vision, culture, art, expressions, lyrical living, freedom and cultivation. - Everything He created us for. 

The more I look at my generation today, the more I realise the grey-ness that we are facing. 

We think we're being forward thinking, we think we are pioneering in all things. 

But we're not. 

- Have you heard the chart-music ? - Mozart would have hung his head in shame. 

Modern art anyone ?

Minimalism furniture , a generation of girls who all want to have the same accentuated, facial, body features. Wear the same things.

- Now yes one could argue, that these things in themselves are forms of art; and you're right. But if you've ever walked the streets of London or Paris, toured castles and distinguished homes, listened to ancient civilasation histories, you'd see just how 'far' we've come. 

I've bought into these lies, and I think as I began tapping my foot into the world of 'modernality'  I realise , I don't want any part of it.

I will not be morphed into what society claims for young women to be , I will not be confined into mindsets of un-originality. 

The further away humankind moves away from our Creator ... the less we live as Him ...

and He is exactly that . The Creator.

Art and Music, and Scenic Landscapes, textures, and flavours, and dance, culture, cultivation and and variety ... these are all things He orchestrated. And I want to be a part of it. 

A botanical garden is not a field of yellow tulips; greatness comes from variety. 

I may be a flower quickly fading, but from now on , I vow to not look around at all the other flowers. But to just bloom; and follow the Son. 

Yours Truly

War is like two little boys deciding on which toys to play.

The folly of it all. Sometimes the toys get broken

Death springs forth form the life that was never lived.

Redeeming the time that shall not be. Incessantly.

The degrading immaturity of the decisions of one.

Affecting the wisest truest victims. Showing the folly.

The brash primitive nature, that is supposed to not be.

But me, if not but covered over by the righteousness of the Christ.

In His dejection. exposes the worst forms of all that has ever been.

The mud the clay unformed un-entered by the breath of life that gives life.

Life. In all its fulness. the expression of one’s self. To the full.

To the tips of the fingers the hairs on each head.

Pause the quest for wealth and instead.

Discover what it means to be truly human

Cultivating, demonstrating, indefinitely frustrating oneself. – causing us to look above.

To the instructions for which to love.

 How does one seek the Maker ?

Look at your palms.

Define the reasons of existing- and what is left ?

Nothing that is not ceasing. Apart from the Christ. The rock on which our world doth stand.

Walks before us, hold out your hand. And show Him fully. By being yours truly.

Walking beneath the firs 'a green
When a crack I hear, though nothing seen.
To turn and find an egg now hatched,
Before its time, a fall unmatched -

A force beyond its mothers own ,
Has taken its life before it was known.

The earth and its person can seem too cruel ,
the raging fire with unlimited fuel .
Consumes the lives and endlessly drives
away the spirits from bodies.

And like that fragile egg I know.
that life can come and life can go.
So I look to the One who made it.

Closer to Thee is all I can be,
The world around me is fading away.
One day I will flee into eternity
But in which destination will I stay ?

By Lakechia Jeanne
DoPoetry©

I will be merciful ,
as You are merciful .
Mercy is what I seek .

Your Hand that remained extended when turned away.
makes me wanting, makes me meek.

The meekness and mercy You showed
baffles this corrupted mind.

Oh if such a treasure on earth I could find -
the silences of Your heart despite the blows

The eternal pain that no one knows,
each time a soul turns away.

But I come to you ,
for You enabled me to ,
see Your mercies with each new day.

I want to forgive, I even declare it .
But the feelings of hardness remain.

I want to forgive, my body cant bear it .
the constant hurting and pain.

I see how You dealt, when in the ground You knelt ,
and asked for the suffering to end.
when the hands You created slapped Your sacred Face.

Yet I have been wronged indirectly,
I cannot tell anyone of this but You.

So I'm asking;
Give me the mercy that I need to extend ,
For I do not have it within.

As You forgave me may I forgive others
For I do not want to sin.

And as that person walks my way ,
May an overflowing love fill my heart.

May I reach out in genuine affection.
May it be a new start.

(Click here for the inspiration to this poem:
The High Cost of Mercy - David Wilkerson)

To the Church of whom these words will reach …

For New Years Eve I was asked to write a poem for our Churches NYE celebration , 2016 has been a very different year for our Church and I was somewhat quite unsure about what to say - so I remember thinking : what would Jesus write to our church ?
I left it till quite late, wanting to make sure I did just write what I wanted. But my heart was led to Revelation 3, where Jesus writes letters to the churches and so I began .

To the Church of whom these words will reach …

I love you,
I always have, and always will.
2016 was definitely unseen, but mighty trials of works were they.
Do not see the trials as defeat - for you are not defeated.
Do not see the setbacks as unforgivable sin, your sanctification is not completed.

Keep going.

The Kingdom of God is await for you,
When you seek Me first.
Do not take to the mammon for there is so much more, when for righteousness you hunger and thirst.
The riches in mind are not the things of this world - for there is so much greater
Do not settle for the asphalt here, there's something significant you need to remember:
See in heaven, the streets are paved with gold, and that is something one likes to repeat.
But I will be there, your gaze will be on Me, and the gold - well t’will be lowly, trodden beneath your feet.

You won't pursue it then so don't pursue it now.
Don't lean on your understanding you will find a way somehow
To get back to Me, your first love, your only love - for it is your heart that I want to see.

You see lack of knowledge can cause people to perish, but too much knowledge can do the same, to lose the power of the simple-ness of My Word, to take in vain My Name.
Do not forget so easily the lessons that were brought your way,
The battles with sin you fought, the new mercies you received each day.

You may have lost a brother, but I here gained a son,
Lean now one upon the other until the work is done.
Do not worry about tomorrow, do not fain at what is unseen.
For I will never leave you, not now nor certainly in 2017.