In English, på svenska, en français See previous poem or previous (2) or next (4) post in the series from Israel 2018. Tucked in a back seat Heart to heart Shoulder to shoulder Arm in arm Behind next to behind Tucked in a back seat An older lady became angry She was calmed down Attracted… Read More Behind to behind. Bak till bak. Fesse contre fesse.
Läs föregående poem. Dikt av Johanna Lövqvist Som en hjälte kommer du med svärd och kraft för att besegra döden som håller mig fast. Du ser mitt mörker, och hur jag njuter av att vara kvar. Min skam odlar en hatisk mur av taggar mot dig i självförsvar. Se inte på mig du gyllene guldrena… Read More Som en hjälte
Click here to read the previous poem. An upcoming mist There is a mist which permeates Heaven with its glory knocks on Heaven with the glory of God takes over, one day There is a war in the heavens around there is a battle in our minds but Heaven is knocking on, our hearts Heaven… Read More A mist permeates. En dimma tränger fram.
Click here to read the previous poem. Live for Jesus Keep close to Jesus keep Him pure in your heart don’t let anything contaminate your love in Him for Him to Him We are living for Him not for sin We are living for Him not for self We are living for Him not for… Read More Live for Jesus. Lev för Jesus
Click here to read the last poem. I’m a sharp arrow Not wrong to be sharp if you’re an arrow called by God to shoot the dot Don’t shoot anywhere anytime but shoot the middle dot God help me to be gentle use my tongue carefully and wise But in due time shoot my arrows… Read More Sharp arrow. Skarp pil.
Life in God God has put on my heart to write about worship and Jesus-cult. As a congregation, we should be accused of being a Jesus-cult. A bunch of devoted people who follow and worship Jesus together. No matter what the core, the star will always be and remain Jesus. For the world, Jesus is… Read More Series of Jesus cult. Serie om Jesus-kult.
Click here to read the previous post in the series. Click here to read the previous poem. The sun and God When the first spring sun popped up I let go of everything i did I threw myself into the sun When the summer sun shone I skipped planned activities I would turn brown like… Read More The sun my God. Solen min Gud.