Adam explores eschatology and the path to revelation, through writing and poetry.
Someone completely intrigued by the transformative power of Christ. Someone determined to explore and extrapolate all possible positive outworkings of the power of the gospel of Christ. I am interested in power. I know nothing more supreme or more commanding and worthy than Chirst, the most magnificent power. The true king, forever. Humble human interested in summoning and fueling a gospel vortex. May it become blinding and incredibly obvious. May we all be claimed by the rejuevnating light of Christ!
I love the precious lamb of God, the one who keeps me calm His searing love the antidote, a soothing, holy balm I love the way He has no guards, nor bars nor shutters closed He is in fact the fount of love, of purest light composed
I love the arms that cherish me, that hold me safe and sure That cast away my burdens, taking everything impure I love the God that stands on high, the one who sees through time Each prayer to Him, each offering, a gently sounding chime
I love the lamb who died for me, who calls me home to rest Who beckons me and yearns for me to have the very best I love the lamb who knows what’s next, the future in His view Who leads me on, with endless love, and shows me what to do
I love the lamb who proves the dark to be a sorry lie His eminence above illumining the boundless sky He leads with care, with thoughtfulness, with patience and resolve Allowing every wrenched sin in Him to soon dissolve
I love the lamb that praises God the Father, proud and strong The folk below join gleefully to sing one sacred song “We love you Lord, we praise You Lord, our trusted friend and king Forever will we honour you, in every song we sing.”
A star ascending to the silent sky,
The spangled heavens brightening with pride,
The caring reach of cherubim outstretched,
To greet the child of God, now beatified,
A flood of summer sunshine pouring down,
The blinding glut of heaven’s holy force,
Fashioning the soul in hues of peace,
A tapestry to match the sacred source,
Almighty jubilation fills the air,
Hosannas for the one that joins the fold,
We take you now, to see the God we see,
Aye, set aside your fleeting earthly mould,
Look back, the path is radiant with your steps,
The joy you gave to others as you went,
The beauty that you witnessed with your heart,
The gift of life so generously spent,
All fear is past, love blossoms as we go,
The prayers of those who knew you will suffice,
The call of the Creator guides us home,
The laneway wending on to paradise…
Poem written upon hearing the news of Paul Lenzi’s passing…
I find myself in tears. Your father took the time to offer encouragement to me when I wrote poems. I was enthusiastic about his flamboyant style and often biting insight, which he was able to fuse seamlessly into an effervescent and thoughtful poetic amalgam. It was always with a sense of glee that I observed new reflections in the Lenzi kaleidoscope. I enjoyed exchanging comments and remarks with him. Please lay a flower at his resting place for me. He said it was time for eternity to collect us. May we follow his lead and discover the peace he now knows.
Exalt the lamb, the mighty lamb, the king of earth and sky Governing the heavens, e’en with rockets racing by His throne is sure, His place is set, across infinity Above the warring men below, enthroned from sea to sea.
Exalt the lamb, the peerless lamb, the ancient one on high Who harbours hell-worn souls with love, their pain to pacify His arms outstreched, in bravest love, an endless, boundless span Welcoming all spirits back to Him, the Son of Man.
Exalt the lamb, the matchless lamb, the God perfected child Calling all of heaven to enjoy His mercy mild He is the staunch conductor, aye, the leader of all things Unto the carousel of life and death He softly sings
Exalt the lamb, the gentle lamb, the hushing wind of truth The one who owns the wheeling domes of heaven, floor to roof Bow to Him, aye, sing to Him, the master and the way Let your voices rise in heartfelt gladness every day
Exalt the lamb, the deathless lamb, the genesis and end The alpha and omega fused, our ever-present friend He sees the death, He hears the woe, He knows the pain and toil But only says “I AM” again, and swings the holy oil
Spirit take each one of us, please venture down to earth Extricate the lost and give us all a second birth We look to you in faith and hope, our faces burning bright Ignite us with your sacred fire and steal us in the night…