Anthem of the Redeemed

by Warwick Allen
Wednesday, 12 March 2025
[Verse 1]
From every nation, tribe, and tongue,
A multitude in white has come,
Before the throne, their voices ring,
To God and Lamb, their praise they bring.
Sealed by grace, the chosen stand,
Marked by heaven's holy hand,
Through tribulation's darkened tide,
They rise to glory at His side.

[Chorus]
Glory to our God on high,
To Him who reigns over earth and sky,
And to the Lamb who once was slain,
Forevermore we sing His name!
Amen, amen, the anthem swells,
Blessing and power where glory dwells,
Deepest praise, thanks and honour,
Unto our God, Yeshua

[Verse 2]
The angels bow, the elders fall,
A mighty chorus fills the hall,
The One who sits upon the throne,
Has called His own to their home.
No hunger now, no thirst to bear,
Their God will dry their every tear,
By living springs of joy they stand,
In the majesty of the Lamb.

[Chorus]
Glory to our God on high,
To Him who reigns over earth and sky,
And to the Lamb who once was slain,
Forevermore we sing His name!
Amen, amen, the anthem swells,
Blessing and power where glory dwells,
Deepest praise, thanks and honour,
Unto our God, Yeshua

[Verse 3]
Twelve times twelve, the thousands called,
A righteous host with Him will rule,
Clothed in robes of purest light,
Washed in blood, made clean and bright.
Day and night, their song ascends,
A praise that never, never ends,
For He who created with His breath,
Has conquered sin and vanquished death.

[Chorus]
Glory to our God on high,
To Him who reigns over earth and sky,
And to the Lamb who once was slain,
Forevermore we sing His name!
Amen, amen, the anthem swells,
Blessing and power where glory dwells,
Deepest praise, thanks and honour,
Unto our God, Yeshua

[Verse 4]
The bright Morning Star is coming,
His just reward, He is bringing.
Blessed are those who've washed their robe,
Through the city gate they may go,
And they have been given the right
To eat fruit of the tree of life.
And the Spirit and bride invite
To drink of the water of life.

[Chorus]
Glory to our God on high,
To Him who reigns over earth and sky,
And to the Lamb who once was slain,
Forevermore we sing His name!
Amen, amen, the anthem swells,
Blessing and power where glory dwells,
Deepest praise, thanks and honour,
Unto our God, Yeshua

[Outro]
Forevermore, the throne we see,
The Lamb, our Shepherd, sets us free,
With every voice, we join in praise,
Glory and honour to the Endless of Days!

Old Order Disappeared

by Warwick Allen
Wednesday, 12 March 2025
they're all around
swamping you
strangling you
dragging you down

they bite and tear
flesh and skin
leaving you thin
tempting your fear

but I float on by
observing
immune
how?

they will take you
if you allow
you don't cower
they will lose

and you fight
and won't succumb
you will overcome
there'll be light

and here I am
supporting
somehow
how?

every tear He'll wipe
pain will be no more
the old order disappeared
we'll live in His light

you can do
all things through
Him who gives
you strength

and there He is
sustaining
in His
love

Tear-Stained Sod

by Warwick Allen
Wednesday, 1 March 2025
[Verse 1]
Oh Lord, You laid the earth in motion,
Spoke the stars to light the sky.
The wind sings endless admiration,
And the mountains testify.
I walked in dust, my heart was broken,
Lost my all beneath Your gaze,
Yet still Your voice, it softly spoken,
Guided me through the shadowed days.

[Chorus]
Great are You, God, in the storm and the flame,
Goodness flows from Your unequaled name.
I lift my eyes from the tear-stained sod,
And sing of the greatness of my God.

[Verse 2]
You let the tempest tear my shelter,
Stripped my hands of fleeting gold,
But in the silence, I felt Your splendor,
A wealth that cannot be stole'.
Your knowledge boundless, wisdom greater,
Beyond what mortal minds can know.
In every trial, I stand and wonder,
At the mercy You still show.

[Chorus]
Great are You, God, in the storm and the flame,
Goodness flows from Your unequaled name.
I lift my eyes from the tear-stained sod,
And sing of the greatness of my God.

[Bridge]
Who am I to question Your purpose?
I'm dust beneath Your boundless flame,
You hold the dawn, the dusk, the cosmos,
And call me gently by my name.
From ashes, Lord, You lift my soul,
Your love remains, it makes me whole.

[Chorus]
Great are You, God, in the storm and the flame,
Goodness flows from Your unequaled name.
I lift my eyes from the tear-stained sod,
And sing of the greatness of my God.

[Outro]
So here I stand, though scarred and humbled,
Before Your throne, my spirit free,
The world may shake, the proud may stumble,
But Your grace is all I see.
Oh Lord of all, of dust and glory,
Forever Yours, my song will be.

Simplicity's Virtue

by Warwick Allen
Wednesday, 3 December 2024
never thought I could
never thought I would
'o no no no n' no no no
it's not what you said
just some old bones
rattling in my head

so I journey
never through the heart
can't you see
that is where
the trouble starts

got out of control
got to take a hold
'o so so so s' so so so
just ashes and dust
trying on my own
t hought that I must

so I wander
never through the heart
stop and ponder
that is where
the trouble starts

got to reach you
got to run from you
got to reach you
tearing me in two

simplicity's virtue
such I teach you
'ou you you you y' you you you
it's all I got
but it's a lot

so I travel (got to reach you)
never through the heart (got to run from you)
can't you tell
that is where
the trouble starts (tearing me in two)

The Dimly-Lit Path

by Warwick Allen
Wednesday, 1 February 2022
Eggshells narrowly escape
feet awkwardly crash between
And the load shouldered
precious, fragile, teetering

New terrain, strangely familiar
strange turns
through pit holes and trenches
gradually climbing

A torch for the feet
a necessary comfort
The direction unknown
just press on up

The terrain is rugged
But the load shouldered
precious, fragile, balanced
Is not shouldered alone

The Minstrel of Summer

by Warwick Allen
Saturday, 3 March 2018
How wonderful to listen
To that minstrel of summer
What sweeter sound to bask in
Than the song of the cicada?

Never-failing evangelist
Faithful herald of the sun
“Foul weather is banquished”
Announces cicada's hum

Don't go quiet on me
Keep singing little friend
Keep humming in your tree
Don't let the summer end

Ruru's First Call

by Warwick Allen
Tuesday, 30 July 2017
Ruru wakens
Heart hastens
Is it really
No, can't be
That time again?
Again

Day's been
Done somethin'
Much not done
Racing the sun
The sun won
Again

Race fail
But my battle
—Important one
It is won
When I say “yes”
When I ask
“Did I love?”