Ride On

Wow I found this poem which I wrote 12 years ago - so thought I'd share it on here

"Ride on," we hear the battle cry,

Triumphant to the end! 

Our Captain of salvation leads;

Our Saviour and our Friend

We are more than conquerors

Over all our foes.

The banner of our Saviour

We follow where e'er He goes.

Through trials and temptations,

Through water or through flame,

His band of mighty soldiers

Praise His glorious name.

Ride on ride on to victory - 

The Celestial City is nigh.

Hosanna to the King of kings

Who reigns the earth from high

© Carolyn Davison 8th May 2002

The Edge of Life

Walking on the edge of life

Feeling the beat of my heart

Wondering and asking

Asking why we're apart

Words that hurt me

Never will deter me

Walking on the edge of life

Standing on the edge of life

Aching so much in my soul

Without you 

My life isn't whole

Feeling the fist on my face

I really can't leave this place

Standing on the edge of life

Sitting on the edge of life

Watching all the world go by

Looking for a reason,

A reason not to cry

Looking into cold eyes

Feeling all those bad lies

Sitting on the edge of life

Lying on the edge of life

My head hurt so much

I can hardly breathe;

I promised you 

I would never leave.

But my heart bleeds

My soul longs to be free. 

All I wanted was for you 

To love me.

But now I'm

Lying on the edge of life

Wounded...

Hurting...

Dead to all pain

Nothing to gain

Just lying on the edge

© Carolyn Davison 13th April 2014

My Easter 2014 poem

The One who wore the crown of thorns

Upon his blood stained brow.

Wore those thorns so that we

Could wear a crown of glory now.

The One who had nail pierced hands

And had agony in His soul

Bore those wounds so that we

In Spirit, could be made whole

The One who bore the darkest sky

Dark as the blackest night

Took our sins upon Himself

So we could live in light

The One who hung all alone

On that vile, accursed cross

Hung in love and tenderness

So we wouldn't suffer loss

The One who bowed His weary head

And gave up His soul that day

Lifts up the heads of everyone

Who will follow in His way

The One who lay dead in the tomb

Rose up in victory

So that those who come and follow Him

Live for eternity!

© Carolyn Davison 5th April 2014