We are found

And this is like coming home

We stand, sing, dance, drum

Triumphant declarations

of the good works you have done in us

Triumphant -

not because every day is easy

not because everything has worked out ok (just yet)

But because we are marked by a love deeper than deep

And because we’re here

And because we’re alive

And we’re still standing

And even if we’re not we are HELD

Our bodies - a testimony of a Master Creator

Who has not abandoned His creations

A genius who loves colour and variety and mystery and quirkiness

The journey may have been rough

But who can deny His faithfulness

I said who can deny His faithfulness?

We sing songs

And we are one

Our stories interconnect and overlap

And our heartbeat cries that

He is our home

And we are found in him

We are found

We are found

We are found

We are found

And His fingerprints are all over us

And His name is tattooed across our chests

And He’s carried us sometimes

And His tears have mingled with ours

And our ears are full of His whispers

And deep in that place beyond words

We know that nothing makes sense outside of Him

And that He is our reason

And that He is our home

And He is our song

and our dance

SO let’s not hide

And lets not keep our stories to ourselves

let’s declare with all that we have

and all we are

that He is the author of life

and our Hope

And that He

Is our home

I wrote this last night at a creative worship evening back in good old Brighton, surrounded by many friends and people I love and admire... talented musicians, passionate dancers, open hearts. It felt like coming home.