See, men, we ride to war…
Hark how Minas Tirith falls
And burns with Mordor’s ire!
We will not fear disfigured orcs and Uruk-hai,
With their cruel jabbing spears
And pointy bat-like ears;
Dusky shrieking beasts of the night,
Naz Ghul, scouting for doomed prey mid-flight;
Elephunts, their four tusks and thick flanks,
Carrying those tatooed men on their backs.
Hear their reverberating cries
As they career towards us,
Swaying their laden heads from side to side!
Fear not these foes, you horsemen of the West,
Men of Theoden and Eomer,
Who crushed Saruman’s onslaught at Helm’s Deep!
We defeat darkness ere the sun rises.
We bring dawn to smite the hopeless night.
For fallen Theodred, peace, an end to strife,
For Rohan, Frodo, Middle Earth’s Life!
Rough and tumble,
Hearts squeezed while Heaven rumbles.
Let’s watch the wrestling area
Of twoo lurve.
No biting… no gouging.
They cannot hear for their inward
Thudding, thundering, thumping.
(He lunges. She ducks.
He lashes out. She strikes
And kicks him. He backs away.
She slaps him. He staggers, topples..)
Blood explodes from livid veins and arteries –
He pangs with every beat.
It cannot be said ‘hic amor omnia vincit’
These two hearts at odds
Not in this game of love,
But in a tug of war.
‘If love be rough with you, be rough with love!’ Shakespeare
How would it look if we gave You worth
In all those things we daily do –
Show the world, proclaim our Saviour,
Inspire others to follow Him too?
If only we gave You as much worth
When we in thousands jump up and down,
Sing, scream, shout Your praises
And raise our eager hands skywards!
Let’s be brighter than London
In darkness; than yellow streetlights,
Sparkling tower blocks:
On Your hill, this foundation, we cannot be hidden.
I’m glad to stand on solid ground,
Than flounder, drown in sinking sand.
On Earth, surely my hope is found
In Jesus, and His mighty hand.
Open my ears which block You out,
Reach my stubborn, hardened heart,
So inside me there’ll be no more doubt
And You can set my soul apart.
Your sacrifice, new life and love…
I won’t forget Your death for me.
By grace, my soul rests safe above –
From leaden chains You’ve set me free!
Help me stay on Your solid ground,
Not stray to the surrounding sand.
Lord of all, my joy is now found
In You, Your cross borne for this land.