Fragments & Unity

Concatenated view of all poems (62 poems)

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Poem Title Poem Date 🎵 Audio
Hole Thursday, 14 March 1996 🎵
Thank You Sunday, 15 September 1996
Easter Joy Saturday, 29 March 1997 🎵
Chains of Sorrow Monday, 19 May 1997 🎵
Unreal Riddle Sunday, 8 June 1997 🎵
Amazing Man of God Friday, 1 August 1997
Gratitude Friday, 1 August 1997 🎵
In the Fats Thursday, 14 August 1997
Sonnet of the Stone Friday, 22 August 1997 🎵
Flying High Saturday, 30 August 1997 🎵
Fire Sunday, 28 September 1997
Broken Glass Wednesday, 1 October 1997
Guilty Saturday, 1 November 1997 🎵
My Shepherd Sunday, 18 January 1998
All is Well with My Soul Wednesday, 25 February 1998 🎵
Where Shall I Go from Here? Wednesday, 25 March 1998
Mysterious Star Saturday, 12 December 1998
Shadows of Deceit Sunday, 24 January 1999
Everyday Prayer Sunday, 16 April 2000
Romantic Dreams Sunday, 10 December 2000
Words Sunday, 10 December 2000
The Valley Friday, 4 January 2002 🎵
A Simple Man Saturday, 3 August 2002 🎵
Together, Forever Wednesday, 1 January 2003 🎵
Two Wednesday, 29 January 2003 🎵
A Word from Me Sunday, 13 February 2005
Together Loving: A Perfect Day Sunday, 1 June 2014 🎵
Look at The Picture Thursday, 26 March 2015
My Treasure Thursday, 26 March 2015 🎵
A Sack Full of Words Monday, 4 May 2015
Awakening Monday, 4 May 2015
Can These Words Live Monday, 4 May 2015
Blue Pen Tuesday, 12 May 2015 🎵
Bounce Tuesday, 12 May 2015 🎵
Chicken Air Tuesday, 12 May 2015
Glisten and Divide Tuesday, 12 May 2015
Sarawak Auntie Tuesday, 12 May 2015
Seeds of Joy Wednesday, 13 May 2015 🎵
Yeah But Thursday, 14 May 2015
Sweet Melodies Friday, 15 May 2015 🎵
Precious Sunday, 2 August 2015 🎵
Little Fox Wednesday, 30 September 2015 🎵
Dissonance Sunday, 18 October 2015 🎵
Ever Isle Sunday, 18 October 2015 🎵
To Be Me Friday, 12 August 2016
Dead Faith, Breathe Wednesday, 7 June 2017 🎵
Ruru's First Call Sunday, 30 July 2017 🎵
Minstrel of Summer Saturday, 3 March 2018 🎵
Dimly-Lit Path Tuesday, 1 February 2022 🎵
Simplicity's Virtue Tuesday, 3 December 2024 🎵
Tear-Stained Sod Saturday, 1 March 2025 🎵
Anthem of The Redeemed Wednesday, 12 March 2025 🎵
Old Order Disappeared Wednesday, 12 March 2025 🎵
Ordinary Means of Grace Sunday, 25 May 2025 🎵
At The End of Myself Tuesday, 17 June 2025 🎵
Floral Apostle Monday, 23 June 2025 🎵
Divide and Lose Wednesday, 17 September 2025 🎵
Quiet Song Saturday, 20 September 2025 🎵
Bruised Reed Wednesday, 22 October 2025 🎵
Sure Word Saturday, 17 January 2026 🎵
Prayer Sunday, 19 April 2026 🎵
Who Am I That I Should Go? Tuesday, 21 April 2026 🎵

Hole

Hole
Warwick Allen
Thursday, 14 March 1996

Am I falling
Or am I jumping
I think I jumped

This hole is too big for me
I cannot see the top
I haven't yet hit the bottom

Did I jump
Or was I pushed
I think I jumped

If only I had a rope
Maybe I could climb the rope
At least I would stop going down

I'm still falling
I don't like falling
I think I jumped

Will you be my rope
You are strong
You won't break when I climb

I did jump
But I had help
Why did I jump

My Lord be my rope
So I won't fall
I can climb I won't jump

They said they wouldn't let me slip
But they pushed
I think I jumped

I will see the light
When I reach the top
Of this hole

Analysis of Hole

Literary Analysis

This poem employs a powerful extended metaphor of falling into a hole to explore themes of agency, responsibility, and spiritual seeking. The structure itself mirrors the speaker's psychological state—the repetitive, cycling nature of the verses echoes the mental loops of someone trying to process a traumatic experience or difficult life circumstance.

The poem's most striking literary device is the refrain "I think I jumped," which appears with slight variations throughout. This repetition creates a haunting uncertainty that drives the entire piece. The speaker's inability to definitively state whether they jumped or were pushed becomes the central tension, reflecting the complex nature of personal responsibility in situations where external pressures and internal choices intersect.

The poem progresses through distinct emotional stages: initial confusion and disorientation, desperate seeking for help, spiritual turning, betrayal and realisation, and finally hope for redemption. The imagery shifts from secular (rope, climbing) to spiritual (“My Lord”) and back to interpersonal betrayal (“They said they wouldn't let me slip / But they pushed”), creating a layered exploration of different sources of support and failure.

The simple, almost childlike language belies the sophisticated psychological portrait being painted. Short, declarative sentences mirror the speaker's attempts to grasp onto concrete truths in a situation of profound uncertainty.

Psychological Analysis

From a psychological perspective, this poem presents a compelling portrait of trauma processing and the struggle with agency versus victimhood. The recurring uncertainty about jumping versus being pushed suggests someone grappling with a situation where their own choices may have contributed to their harm, but external pressures or manipulation were also present.

The repetitive structure mirrors the intrusive, cycling thoughts common in trauma responses. The speaker's mind returns again and again to the central question of responsibility—a classic feature of psychological processing after difficult experiences, particularly those involving betrayal or abuse.

The progression from “Am I falling / Or am I jumping” to “I think I jumped” to “I did jump / But I had help” reveals the psychological journey from confusion to acknowledgment of complex causation. This reflects the therapeutic process of moving from black-and-white thinking to understanding the nuanced interplay between personal agency and external influence.

The search for a “rope”—first generally, then specifically from another person, then from “My Lord”—illustrates the human need for support systems and the progression many people make from secular to spiritual seeking when facing crisis. The betrayal (“They said they wouldn't let me slip / But they pushed”) suggests a history of failed trust, possibly indicating relationship trauma or institutional betrayal.

The final movement toward hope (“I will see the light / When I reach the top”) suggests resilience and the possibility of recovery, though the speaker remains “in this hole,” indicating the ongoing nature of their struggle.

Integrated Interpretation

Both literary and psychological readings converge on this poem's exploration of the complex relationship between choice and circumstance. The speaker appears to be processing an experience where they made decisions that led to harmful consequences, but within a context of manipulation, pressure, or betrayal by trusted others. The poem's power lies in its refusal to provide easy answers about blame or responsibility. Instead, it captures the genuine confusion and self-examination that follows traumatic experiences, particularly those involving spiritual or relational betrayal. The hope that concludes the poem—seeing light, reaching the top—suggests not a simple resolution but a hard-won acceptance of the climb ahead. This work stands as both a literary achievement in its skillful use of metaphor and repetition, and as a psychologically astute portrait of trauma, responsibility, and the search for redemption.

Thank You

Thank You
Warwick Allen
Sunday, 15 September 1996

When I was down
I asked for Your hand
You cradled me in Your arms

When I was falling
I asked for You to catch me
You lifted me oh so high

When I was in darkness
I asked for some light
You flooded my life with Your brilliance

When I was lost
I asked for directions
You guided me by Your hand

Now I am yours, Lord
I was from the beginning
At least now I know

Never let me go, Lord
I can't live without Your love
The darkness scares me so

Easter Joy

Easter Joy
Warwick Allen
Saturday, 29 March 1997


Original poem (1997)
O rejoice, all you peoples of the Earth!
Rejoice, for the Lord is with us,
And God is among us,
And Immanuel is His name.

For unto us He was given,
And for our sake He was slain;
That God's love shan't be hidden,
He suffered our pain.

But our Lord, He is risen;
His glory we shall proclaim.

O rejoice, all you peoples of the Earth!
Rejoice, for the Lord is with us,
And God is among us,
And Jesus is His name.


Song arrangement, with an added verse and pre-chorus (2025)
[Chorus 1]
O rejoice, all you peoples of the Earth!
Rejoice, for the Lord is with us,
And God is among us,
And Immanuel is His name.

[Verse 1]
For unto us He was given,
And for our sake He was slain;
That God's love shan't be hidden,
He suffered our pain.

[Chorus 2]
O rejoice, all you peoples of the Earth!
Rejoice, for the Lord is with us,
And God is among us,
And Immanuel is His name.

[Verse 2]
Equal with God, was His due
But He came down, became man
His rights He chose to eschew
Obediently bore our shame

[Pre-Chorus]
But our Lord, He is risen,
And the Name He is given,
It's above every name.
His glory we shall proclaim!

[Chorus 3]
O rejoice, all you peoples of the Earth!
Rejoice, for the Lord is with us,
And God is among us,
And Jesus is His name.

[Outro]
Jesus is His name.

Chains of Sorrow

Chains of Sorrow
Warwick Allen
Monday, 19 May 1997

[Verse 1]
Why so downcast, oh my soul?
Do thou knowest not
Joy is thine to hold?

[Verse 2]
Needlessly you ache
You wear the coat of despair
But it is warm, no coat is needed

[Verse 3]
Joy for you was bought
At the price of innocent blood
Shed upon a cross

[Verse 4]
Do you not know
That you deny His blood
By holding on to sorrow?

[Chorus 1]
For sorrow is the devil's tool
And melancholy Satan's friend

[Verse 5]
“Cast away your woes
And lay them upon Me”
My saviour says

[Verse 6]
Oh, but were it that easy
I hold my sadness tight
In a fist that I can't open

[Chorus 2]
For sorrow is my drug
And time my needle

[Bridge]
How soothing it is here
Where a slice of fantasy breaks through the reality
And reality into the fantasy

[Verse 7]
Still I am aware
That the moment is but fleeting
—A sigh among the screams

[Verse 8]
I wish the needle would be broken
But I'm not ready for that
I need a new drug

Analysis of Chains of Sorrow

Thematic Architecture and Spiritual Dialectic

“Chains of Sorrow” presents a sophisticated exploration of the tension between Christian theology and psychological reality, structured as a dialogue between faith and despair. The lyrical persona engages in what might be termed a “theodicy of the soul”—questioning not God's justice in allowing suffering, but rather the individual's complicity in perpetuating their own spiritual and emotional torment.

Linguistic Register and Biblical Resonance

The opening verses employ deliberately archaic diction (“Do thou knowest not,” “Joy is thine to hold”) that immediately establishes a biblical register, evoking the Psalms' characteristic self-interrogation (c.f. Psalm 43). This linguistic choice creates semantic distance between the speaker and their contemporary suffering, suggesting an attempt to frame personal anguish within established religious discourse. The shift from archaic to modern vernacular as the song progresses mirrors the movement from theological abstraction to psychological immediacy.

Metaphorical Structures: Clothing, Commerce, and Chemistry

The lyrical architecture relies on three primary metaphorical systems. The clothing metaphor (“coat of despair”) suggests depression as something worn but removable, whilst the commercial imagery (“bought,” “price of innocent blood”) frames salvation within transactional terms that ultimately prove insufficient for the speaker's emotional reality. Most significantly, the drug metaphor transforms abstract sorrow into concrete addiction, with “time my needle” representing a particularly striking image of temporal entrapment.

Structural Irony and Theological Paradox

The song's greatest literary achievement lies in its structural irony. Whilst early verses present orthodox Christian solutions to despair, the speaker simultaneously demonstrates their inability to accept these remedies. The line “Oh, but were it that easy” serves as the poem's emotional fulcrum, acknowledging the gap between intellectual assent and experiential transformation. This creates a theological paradox: the speaker believes in grace whilst remaining unable to receive it.

The Bridge as Liminal Space

The bridge section functions as both formal and thematic transition, representing what anthropologists term “liminal space”—the threshold between states of being. The imagery of fantasy and reality interpenetrating suggests dissociation or escapism, yet the speaker's awareness that “the moment is but fleeting” prevents complete retreat from consciousness. This section demonstrates remarkable psychological sophistication in depicting the temporary reprieve that fantasy provides from overwhelming reality.

Conclusion: Addiction as Spiritual Metaphor

The final verses' equation of sorrow with addiction represents more than mere metaphor—it suggests that emotional patterns can exhibit the same compulsive, self-destructive characteristics as substance dependency. The closing admission “I need a new drug” indicates awareness without capacity for change, positioning the speaker in what recovery literature terms “pre-contemplative” stage. The song thus achieves its literary power not through resolution but through honest depiction of spiritual and psychological stasis.

The work's enduring resonance lies in its refusal to provide easy answers to complex emotional realities, instead offering what Keats termed “negative capability”—the ability to remain in uncertainty and doubt without irritably reaching after fact and reason.

Unreal Riddle

Unreal Riddle
Warwick Allen
Sunday, 8 June 1997


Original poem (1997)
I see writing on the wall
I want to taste the blood
But I know it's not real
Just my mind playing cruel games
But these games themselves
Cause the blood to be real
I think, I don't know

The blood is not there
I painted the picture myself
With words I don't understand
On a wall that doesn't exist
And blood is on the wall
I think, I don't know

My very thoughts give the wall substance
And make the blood rich, warm, red: real
But the words are still a riddle
A riddle is a riddle
Even if formed in my own mind
Surely I can decipher it
I think, I don't know

The wall keeps me safe
Even if the writing scares me
The wall shelters me
From the cold wind of reality
I guess I want the wall
I built it
I think, I don't know

Maybe I didn't write the words
Or build the wall
But I must have
For the words confuse, the wall imprisons
Nobody else would harm me
Everything is imagined
I think, I think…


Song arrangement (2025)
[Verse 1]
I see writing on the wall;
In blood, fateful words are spelled.
But I know it's not real;
Just my mind plays games so cruel.
But these games, the games themselves,
Cause the blood to be real.

[Pre-chorus]
I think, I don't know

[Chorus]
Inked with blood that's not real,
I am the guilty artist.
And still, blood is on the wall,
A wall that does not exist.

[Verse 2]
It's my mental graffiti;
The words, surely, they are mine,
But their meaning I can't grasp.
It's my self-captivity;
This picture is my confine,
Heavy words that hold me fast.

[Pre-chorus]
I think, I don't know

[Chorus]
Inked with blood that's not real,
I am the guilty artist.
And still, blood is on the wall,
A wall that does not exist.

[Verse 3]
My thoughts give the wall substance,
And make the blood rich, warm, red.
The bleak words are a riddle,
A personal labyrinth,
Even if formed in my head.
I can know it a little.

[Pre-chorus]
I think, I don't know

[Chorus]
Inked with blood that's not real,
I am the guilty artist.
And still, blood is on the wall,
A wall that does not exist.

[Verse 4]
And the wall forms my safehold,
But still the writing scares me.
Was this really my choice here?
The wall shelters me from cold
Harsh wind of reality.
I built the wall, my cloister.

[Pre-chorus]
I think, I don't know

[Chorus]
Inked with blood that's not real,
I am the guilty artist.
And still, blood is on the wall,
A wall that does not exist.

[Verse 5]
Could it really be me who's
Written those dread words that haunt
On the wall that imprisons?
The wall restrains, words confuse;
Only I'd capture and taunt.
Everything is imagined.

[Pre-chorus]
I think, I don't know

[Chorus]
Inked with blood that's not real,
I am the guilty artist.
And still, blood is on the wall,
A wall that does not exist.

[Outro]
I don't know, I don't know, oh
I think, I think
I think, I think
I think…

Analysis of Unreal Riddle

Introduction

“Unreal Riddle” presents an exploration of psychological confinement and the paradoxical nature of self-constructed mental prisons. The song operates as a metaphysical meditation on the relationship between perception, reality, and personal agency, employing the central metaphor of blood-written words upon an imaginary wall to examine themes of guilt, isolation, and epistemic uncertainty.

Central Metaphor and Symbolism

The dominant metaphor of the wall inscribed with blood serves multiple symbolic functions throughout the piece. The wall represents psychological barriers—both protective and imprisoning—that the speaker has constructed within their own mind. The blood, repeatedly emphasised as “not real” yet paradoxically present, embodies the complex relationship between imagined and experienced trauma. This duality reflects the genuine psychological impact of mental constructs, even when recognised as illusory.

The phrase “writing on the wall” invokes biblical connotations of divine judgment and prophecy, yet here it becomes deeply personal and self-authored. The speaker's identification as the “guilty artist” transforms them from passive recipient of judgment to active creator of their own psychological torment, raising questions about culpability and self-determination.

Structure and Repetition

The song's structure reinforces its thematic content through cyclical repetition. The recurring pre-chorus “I think, I don't know” encapsulates the speaker's epistemic crisis—the fundamental uncertainty about their own mental processes and agency. This phrase becomes increasingly significant as it appears throughout, suggesting a mind caught between rational analysis and emotional confusion.

The repetitive nature of the chorus creates a sense of being trapped within a loop, mirroring the psychological imprisonment described in the lyrics. The escalating repetition in the outro (“I think, I think…”) suggests either mounting anxiety or the mechanical nature of obsessive thought patterns.

Progression of Self-Understanding

The five verses trace a journey of gradual, though incomplete, self-awareness. The progression moves from initial confusion (“their meaning I can't grasp”) through growing recognition of personal responsibility (“I built the wall, my cloister”) to final questioning of agency (“Could it really be me who's written those dread words?”).

This arc reflects the complex process of psychological insight, where understanding one's role in creating mental suffering doesn't necessarily lead to liberation from it. The speaker's growing awareness paradoxically increases their uncertainty, suggesting that self-knowledge can be as imprisoning as ignorance.

Language and Tone

The vocabulary choices create a gothic, almost medieval atmosphere through words like “cloister,” “confine,” and “captivity.” This linguistic register elevates the speaker's internal struggle to the level of epic or religious drama, whilst simultaneously suggesting monastic isolation and penitential suffering.

The juxtaposition of concrete imagery (“blood,” “wall,” “words”) with assertions of unreality creates cognitive dissonance that mirrors the speaker's psychological state. This tension between the tangible and intangible reflects broader philosophical questions about the nature of mental experience.

Themes of Agency and Responsibility

Central to the song is the paradox of self-authored suffering. The speaker simultaneously claims authorship (“I am the guilty artist”) and questions their agency (“Was this really my choice here?”). This reflects the complex relationship between conscious will and psychological compulsion, particularly relevant to understanding depression, anxiety, and other mental health conditions where individuals may feel responsible for thoughts and feelings beyond their direct control.

The wall's dual nature—as both “safehold” and prison—illustrates how psychological defences can become self-defeating. The protection from the “harsh wind of reality” comes at the cost of genuine freedom, suggesting the difficult balance between necessary psychological boundaries and self-imposed limitations.

Philosophical Implications

The song engages with fundamental questions about the nature of reality and mental experience. The assertion that imagined constructs can have real effects (“My thoughts give the wall substance”) touches on phenomenological philosophy and the reality of subjective experience. The speaker's situation exemplifies how mental constructs, even when recognised as constructs, retain their power to affect behaviour and emotion.

Conclusion

“Unreal Riddle” succeeds as both a psychological portrait and philosophical meditation. Its strength lies in its refusal to offer simple resolutions to complex mental states. The speaker's journey towards self-understanding doesn't culminate in liberation but in deeper recognition of their paradoxical situation. The song's power derives from its honest depiction of how self-awareness can coexist with continued psychological entrapment, making it a particularly nuanced exploration of mental imprisonment and the elusive nature of personal freedom.

The work ultimately suggests that understanding the mechanisms of our psychological prisons may be a necessary first step towards freedom, even if that understanding doesn't immediately provide the key to escape. In this way, the “riddle” of the title remains appropriately unsolved, reflecting the ongoing nature of psychological struggle and self-discovery.

Amazing Man of God

Amazing Man of God
Warwick Allen
Friday, 1 August 1997

Lord, I want to serve You.
How I wish I were able,
And capable, and ready.
I know they say that it doesn't matter,
That You can use me anyway.
I guess that my feeble mind
Has trouble comprehending that fact.
Please, Lord,
Make me an “amazing man of God”.

Gratitude

Gratitude
Warwick Allen
Friday, 1 August 1997

[Verse 1]
What have You done for me?
Merely given me a life worth living,
Shown me love to which none can compare,
A hope of a future, amazing and exciting.
You've given me this, for free.

[Chorus 1]
Should I be grateful?
Should I show it?
Should I fervently praise You,
And proclaim Your name to the ends of the earth?

[Verse 2]
After all, You only sent Your Son
To die in sheer agony,
To be cut off from Your love,
To be crushed by the weight of my sin,
So that I might know You, and live.

[Chorus 2]
You'd think I'd be grateful.
You'd think I'd want to show it.
You'd think I'd fervently praise You,
And proclaim Your name to the ends of the earth.

[Verse 3]
What act of gratitude would be worthy
To give thanks for what You have done?
Nothing, really, but I could make a start,
Such as giving You all that I have and all that I am,
And living Your will in all that I do.

[Chorus 3]
Father, I am grateful,
And I want to show it.
I shall fervently praise You,
And proclaim Your name to the ends of the earth.

[Verse 4]
If giving You my life and living Your will
Were the least that I could do,
You'd think that I'd manage that.
But no, I fail, I let You down.
Sometimes I think I'm more of a hindrance than a help to Your kingdom.

[Chorus 4]
Lord, I am grateful;
Help me to show it.
Teach me to fervently praise You,
And proclaim Your name to the ends of the earth.

[Verse 5]
Thank You, Father, for Your grace,
And for Your infinitely patient love.
Thank You that whenever I fall,
You catch me and comfort me with Your tender presence,
And You're always ready to forgive.

In the Fats

In the Fats
Warwick Allen
Thursday, 14 August 1997

Who said that this would happen?
Who dictated that life would
Become as it had once been?

This is not what is written for me
In the Book
I am more
Well, I can be more
Than this

I am somebody
More than that
I am a child of God
A servant of the Almighty

He has plans for me
This I must remember
Always

Sonnet of the Stone

Sonnet of the Stone
Warwick Allen
Friday, 22 August 1997

[Stanza 1]
The weight of the stone, around my heart bound
Is not enough to pull me under, but
Just enough for the chains, my soul to cut
And the load to keep my dreams on the ground.
Sometimes I stand tall, my strength I have found,
But often strength I've none, I'm in a rut,
I long for a haven, a lonely hut
Where, onto a page, my fears and doubts mound.

[Stanza 2]
From this safe place, I cry my forlorn plea
To my Lord, I ask Him to take the stone.
He hears, but He is teaching me to wait.
He wants to use me, now He's moulding me,
Yet He still lets me know I'm not alone,
And from my shoulders He will lift the weight.

Flying High

Flying High
Warwick Allen
Saturday, 30 August 1997

[Verse 1]
The eagle it soars, with such might
Above the clouds in noble flight
And it does, from that lofty height
To the ground below cast its sight

[Verse 2]
On the creatures down low it stares
With scorn and derision it sneers
To itself and what ever hears
And with bitter contempt declares:

[Verse 3]
“Shame to all those birds low flying
Sparrows, finches, all those choosing
Low to stay, near the ground to sing
And never actually trying

[Verse 4]
“For if their wings they would bother
To stretch that little bit wider
Set their sights a little higher
And try that little bit harder

[Chorus 1]
“They too might know
The glory and the majesty
Of flying high

[Verse 5]
“'Twas not without effort that I
Managed to climb so very high
My wings I did spread wide, and my
Sights I did set high in the sky

[Chorus 2]
“It's through my own efforts that I know
The glory and the majesty
Of flying high

[Verse 6]
“As for those creatures who must stay
On the earth forever as they
Have no feathers, no wings, no way
Of flying. Pity them, I say

[Verse 7]
“But it's the ground fowl I can't stand
He has wings, as I understand
Feathers too, but he dwells on land
Not in the sky, so high and grand

[Verse 8]
“Why does he choose this way to live
When the blue skies he could have if
His wings he would flap, and then, with
Some effort, the skies would be his

[Chorus 3]
“And then he too might know
The glory and the majesty
Of flying high

[Verse 9]
“But no, he makes a decision
To live in humiliation
And shame; an abomination
To all the birds of creation

[Coda]
“If only he tried
Oh, how I loathe the ground fowl.”

Fire

Fire
Warwick Allen
Sunday, 28 September 1997

There is a spark in the cold night
I ignore it
It is harmless

Again, there is a spark in the cold night
Again, I ignore it
It is harmless

And all across the landscape
So rich, abundant, full of life
Yet strangely empty

Sparks occur and sparks go out
For the most part
They are harmless

But occasionally a spark will catch alight
And a flame will arise and feed on
The living landscape

This flame offers some hope
Of warmth in the coldness
I am drawn to it

The flame, however, is feeble and unfaithful
To its promise of comfort
It is only a tease

And the life it feeds on is precious to me
It causes me pain
As it burns

This flame, furthermore, has arisen
In a dangerous place, a place where
Fire must not be

For an unstoppable inferno it could become
And those things that are precious to me
It would destroy

I must kill the flame, but I can't
It has me hypnotised with its colours dancing before me
Just out of reach

And its promise of warmth
Although so unreliable
Keeps me hoping

I know, somewhere deep within my consciousness
That this flame will wither and die as have
Hundreds before

I long to break free from the spell
But
Its hold is too strong

Broken Glass

Broken Glass
Warwick Allen
Wednesday, 1 October 1997

I am given silver
But I want pewter

I have gold but yet
I yearn for brass

And quartz it seems I prefer
To my diamonds with their glitter

And all my pearls I forgot
As I long for a piece of broken glass

Guilty

Guilty
Warwick Allen
Saturday, 1 November 1997

[Verse 1]
As I wallow
In my pit
Of self-pity,
I search for causes, reasons, excuses.
I look around
For somewhere
To lay the blame.
But no matter where I look, or how hard,

[Refrain]
The only guilty party
I find
Is me.

[Verse 2]
And no defence
Do I have
To call upon,
For who would defend one as guilty as I?
The prosecutor
Is emboldened
By the silent jeers
From the gallery made up of those who care.

[Refrain]
The prosecutor,
It seems,
Is me.

[Verse 3]
No jury
Is required here;
The verdict
Of this case is all too clear.
The sentence,
Which I await,
Will be, I fear,
A life not fulfilled, a potential never reached.

[Coda]
But I wait,
For time
Will judge.

Analysis of Guilty

The contemporary poem “Guilty” is an exploration of self-recrimination through the extended metaphor of judicial proceedings. The work presents a psychological landscape wherein the speaker exists simultaneously as defendant, prosecutor, and judge within an internalised courtroom of conscience.

Structure and Form

The poem's structure mirrors the progression of a legal case, from initial investigation (“I search for causes, reasons, excuses”) through prosecution and ultimately to the anticipation of sentencing. This architectural framework is reinforced by the poem's fragmented presentation, with short, uneven lines that create pauses reminiscent of hesitant testimony or the measured delivery of legal argument. The poet employs enjambment strategically, particularly in the opening stanza where “I look around / For somewhere / To lay the blame” physically enacts the searching movement described within the text.

The Judicial Metaphor

The central conceit transforms personal guilt into a formal legal proceeding, yet this metaphor reveals its own limitations and ironies. Traditional jurisprudence requires separation of roles—prosecutor, defendant, judge, and jury—yet here these functions collapse into a single consciousness. This convergence suggests the impossibility of fair self-assessment and the tyranny of unchecked self-criticism. The speaker notes that “No jury / Is required here,” indicating a process that has abandoned the safeguards of objective judgment. The “gallery made up of those who care” introduces an additional layer of complexity, suggesting that genuine concern from others is perceived as condemnation. This distortion of perspective reveals the speaker's psychological state, wherein support is reinterpreted as judgment, and care becomes indistinguishable from prosecution.

Language and Tone

The diction throughout maintains a formal, legal register that contrasts sharply with the emotional vulnerability of the content. Terms such as “guilty party,” “defence,” “prosecutor,” “verdict,” and “sentence” create semantic consistency whilst ironically highlighting the speaker's inability to escape the framework of condemnation. The repetition of “me” as both subject and object (“The prosecutor... Is me”) emphasises the circular, inescapable nature of self-blame. The poem's tone shifts from active searching to passive resignation, culminating in the final stanza's acceptance of temporal judgment. This progression mirrors the movement from agency to helplessness that characterises severe self-criticism.

Temporal Dimensions

Time functions as both tormentor and potential saviour within the text. The speaker anticipates “A life not fulfilled, a potential never reached”—a sentence that stretches across the entirety of existence. Yet the final lines introduce the possibility of redemption through time's judgment, suggesting that temporal distance might offer the objectivity that immediate self-assessment cannot provide.

Psychological Realism

The poem's strength lies in its authentic portrayal of depressive self-condemnation. The speaker's inability to locate external blame, despite searching “no matter where I look, or how hard,” reflects the self-defeating patterns of thought characteristic of clinical depression. The work avoids sentimentality by maintaining its legal framework, even as it reveals the irrationality of applying judicial logic to matters of self-worth.

Conclusion

“Guilty” succeeds as both a psychological portrait and a critique of self-judgment. Through its sustained metaphor, the poem reveals how the architecture of formal justice, when internalised, becomes a mechanism of self-torture rather than truth-seeking. The work's final gesture towards time as judge offers a subtle suggestion that healing might require the external perspective that the speaker's internal court cannot provide. The poem stands as a compelling examination of how consciousness, when turned entirely inward, can become both prison and prisoner.

My Shepherd

My Shepherd
Warwick Allen
Sunday, 18 January 1998

Often I wander
Often I stray
From the path You've chosen for me
From Your blessed way

Often I declare
My love for You
Yet that same love I deny
In the things that I do

But just when it seems I've gone that little too far
When my will differs from that of Your own
When Your love isn't my guiding star
When I try to go it alone

You reach out Your hand
You draw me near
You wrap Your arms around me
In a hug so dear

And I know Your love
A love so true
And I wonder why I do
Those things that don't please You

Then You set me back down on my way
The path that You'd have me journey
And gently squeeze my hand to say
“Child, all the way—it's you and Me.”

All is Well with My Soul

All is Well with My Soul
Warwick Allen
Wednesday, 25 February 1998


Original poem (1998)
I feel my soul
Is in need of nourishment
But deep within me
I hear the whisper
The gentle whisper
Of the Spirit of God

A thick cloud has enveloped me
Cold mist has surrounded me
Only some
Of the joyful banter of friends
Of their light
Filters through
And it's muffled
Dampened by the darkness
And through that darkness
They only
See part of me

But the whisper remains
Continuing to encourage

My heart is heavy
Anxiety, fear of failure
Letting others down
Weigh on my mind
And my body
Is reluctant to move

But still I hear the whisper
That blessed whisper
And I know
All is well with my soul


Song arrangement (2025)
[Verse 1]
I feel my soul
Is in need of nourishment
But deep within me
I hear the whisper
The gentle whisper
Of the Spirit of God

[Refrain]
And the whisper remains
Continuing to encourage

[Verse 2]
A thick cloud has enveloped me
Cold mist has surrounded me
Only some
Of the joyful banter of friends
Of their light
Filters through

[Chorus 1]
Their joy is muffled
Dampened by the darkness
And through that darkness
They only
See part of me

[Refrain]
But the whisper remains
Continuing to encourage

[Verse 3]
My heart is heavy
Anxiety, fear of failure
Letting others down
Weigh on my mind
And my body
Is reluctant to move

[Coda]
But still I hear the whisper
That blessed whisper
And I know
All is well with my soul

Where Shall I Go from Here?

Where Shall I Go from Here?
Warwick Allen
Wednesday, 25 March 1998

As a planet circles its sun
To you my heart seems eternally bound
Through an irregular ellipse I run
Drifting nearer and farther, around and around
But always ending up where I began

If only I could get enough speed
To break free of the pull
The relentless attraction, the incessant need
To escape this agonising orbit, this endless cycle
I would finally be freed

As it is, I can discern
The light and warmth you radiate
To come closer, I desperately yearn
But I know what would be my fate
The light would vanish, but the heat would burn

Oh, where shall I go from here
This place where wisdom and emotions clash so violently?
All I ask of you, all I dare
Is that you'll forgive my weakness graciously
And you won't take from me any of that I hold so dear

Mysterious Star

Mysterious Star
Warwick Allen
Saturday, 12 December 1998

Upon the starts I gaze
Into the heavens I stare
I find some comfort there
Though star seem so far away

I've been here for sometime
Staring, watching, waiting
Praying, always hoping
A bright star might be mine

Past me, sometimes, a star will fly
A beautiful, radiant shooting star
Travelling by me not so far
For my heart to singe as it passes by

I see a new star now coming towards me
From the others, somehow different
More intensely radiant
With a light greater than its own, for all to see

With that light, I'm quite familiar
That holy, pure light
Potent enough to pierce the darkest night
My heart this light does lure

Never before has a star of this nature
Glowing with holy radiance
Shinning with natural brilliance
Never before has one come so near

Will this star come close enough for harm
Burn my soul and then depart
Fly harmlessly into the distance, or crash into my heart
Or float like a butterfly into my arms

Shadows of Deceit

Shadows of Deceit
Warwick Allen
Sunday, 24 January 1999

What strange tricks the light can play
Oh, how one can be fooled by illusions
Created at certain angles

From where I stand, it surely seems
That you're atop a tower
A magnificent, strong and mighty tower

This tower you've built yourself
With bricks of hard work
Bound with mortar of love

You're still building
Steadily climbing higher
Destined to reach giddy heights

Why then does it look to you
That you're in a well
That you have to rise to reach the ground

Please come and stand beside me
In the light, where you can see
Don't be fooled by the shadows any longer

But please take care
With the foundations on which you build
Lest your tower come crashing down

Make your foundations of rock
Nothing else will be strong enough
Build on the Rock and reach heavenward

Everyday Prayer

Everyday Prayer
Warwick Allen
Sunday, 16 April 2000

My holy Lord, my Saviour, my King
I have within me a sincere yearning
To every day establish my residence
In the power of Your presence

I pray that You choose to bless me so
A double portion of Your Spirit to bestow
That everyday I may know You more
Intimately than the day before

I pray that each day may begin
With an offering of praise and exaltation
And that each evening I will give thanks
For Your faithful providence

Lord, make me Your instrument
To bring comfort to those who lament
To radiate love to those who hurt
To extend Your kingdom on this earth

I pray I will surrender everyday
To You, and before Your feet lay
Anything I think, say or do
That keeps me from coming closer to You

Every day this will be my prayer
That through obedience, righteousness, faith and holy fear
I will be kept under Your wonderful blessing
And from my days all want will be missing

To daily confess every offence
I know I need Your assistance
I pray that no due penitence I'll fail to offer
To You, my heart unrepentant never

I ask You, Lord, to help me ever be
Forgiving to anyone who has done wrong to me
And at each evening, the setting of the sun
To be a peace with everyone

I pray for wisdom to steer clear of temptation
And that I may overcome it through strength and firm resolution
For discernment to recognise evil when faced with it
I pray, and for Your Spirit to defeat it

Lord, install in me a hunger, a need
For Your Word, living Word, to habitually read
Upon it I shall meditate, every day, every night
I will search deeper—it will be my light

Most of all, I thank you that everyday
Lord Jesus, because of Your sacrifice, I may
Come to You, and pray
And know there's no end to everyday

Romantic Dreams

Romantic Dreams
Warwick Allen
Sunday, 10 December 2000

Ah, the downfall of the romantic:
When fanciful dreaming strays far from reality
And returns with empty promises—
Gains that are really losses.

O, but what a refreshing tonic,
To fly on the wings of fantasy,
From time to time,
Uplifting for soul and mind.

But remember it's also good,
Or so I've found,
To keep at least one foot
On the ground.

Words

Words
Warwick Allen
Sunday, 10 December 2000

In a vague mist I seek security
Hiding in the shadows of ambiguity
I draw about myself a cloak of obscurity
Revealing as much as prudence will allow of me
And as little as words will betray of me

The Valley

The Valley
Warwick Allen
Friday, 4 January 2002

[Verse 1]
Let me tell a story of a valley, verdant,
Green and lush and abundant.
Down the valley flowed so clear—a stream
From which life did flourish, life did teem.

[Verse 2]
Now in this valley a wall was made;
'Twas built so the stream it dammed, the water it stayed.
And long stood the wall, so crude and rough;
Poorly built, but seeming sturdy enough.

[Verse 3]
It was I that built the wall, the water to hold,
To save my feet—ever wet, ever cold.
So stones I found, stones I gathered, stones I laid;
Over many years, a dam I made.

[Verse 4]
At first, a small wall sufficed to stop the creek,
But soon enough, over the top, water began to trickle and leak.
So to enlarge the wall I laboured hard, I laboured long,
Eventually having before me a dam, imposing and strong.

[Verse 5]
Then the valley below the dam became dry and torrid;
The water that once gave it life had been contained or diverted.
In time, what had been green and lush became dry and empty,
And I was thirsty.  O, how I was thirsty.

[Verse 6]
My desire for the life-giving water became a desperate aching,
So stones I started pulling, the dam I started breaking.
Then, to my delight, water came rushing through the hole I'd created.
I drank, and it was good.  I drank, and I was elated.

[Verse 7]
Very soon, yes—it was almost immediately, cracks appeared
In the dam, around the hole I had cleared.
The cracks grew and, by the power of water repressed, the dam was rent;
Water flooded through the breach in an unstoppable torrent.

[Verse 8]
All I can do now is desperately clutch the stones,
But I feel my grip weakening.

A Simple Man

A Simple Man
Warwick Allen
Saturday, 3 August 2002

[Verse 1]
I'm just a simple man
In the morning sun, I'll recline
With a cup of tea in hand
I think that's just fine
Yes, I'm just a simple man

[Verse 2]
I'm just a simple chap
I like food and I like wine
With good friends, I'll sit and chat
Together as we dine
Yes, I'm just a simple chap

[Verse 3]
I'm just a simple fellow
I like to be at peace all the time
To keep life relaxed and mellow
To not have much trouble on my mind
Yes, I'm just a simple fellow

[Verse 4]
I'm just a simple guy
    And if I can love my neighbour down the line
    I'll be doing well, so I'll always try
    Praying only the simple truth will leave these lips of mine
    Yes, I'm just a simple guy

[Verse 5]
I'm just a simple man
    In the quiet evening, you'll find
    Me sitting with a cup of tea in hand
    That certainly is just fine
    Yes, I'm just a simple man

Analysis of A Simple Man

Pastoral Idealism and the Rhetoric of Contentment

“A Simple Man” presents a fascinating study in contemporary pastoral literature, employing repetitive structural patterns to reinforce themes of deliberate simplicity and resistance to modern complexity. The song operates as a manifesto of contentment, structured around five verses that follow an almost liturgical pattern of declaration, elaboration, and affirmation.

Structural Architecture and Repetition

The most striking literary device is the formulaic repetition that frames each verse: the opening declaration (“I'm just a simple...”) followed by the closing affirmation (“Yes, I'm just a simple...”). This creates a circular, almost meditative quality reminiscent of religious refrains or folk incantations. The variation in terminology—“man,” “chap,” “fellow,” “guy”—suggests an attempt to encompass universal masculine identity whilst maintaining colloquial authenticity.

Pastoral Imagery and Domestic Ritual

The recurring motif of tea-drinking bookends the piece, appearing in both the first and final verses. This creates structural symmetry whilst establishing tea as a symbol of unhurried domesticity and Kiwi cultural identity. The progression from “morning sun” to “quiet evening” traces a complete diurnal cycle, suggesting the speaker's contentment spans all hours of existence.

Social Philosophy Through Simple Language

The fourth verse introduces the song's most complex moral sentiment: “if I can love my neighbour down the line.” This biblical echo (referencing the commandment to love one's neighbour) elevates the piece from mere lifestyle preference to ethical statement. The phrase “simple truth” creates a paradox—truth itself as both straightforward and profound.

Anti-Materialist Aesthetic

The lyrics deliberately eschew material markers of success, instead celebrating modest pleasures: food, wine, friendship, peace. This positions the speaker as consciously rejecting contemporary consumer culture in favour of what might be termed “voluntary simplicity.” The absence of technology, career ambition, or material possessions is conspicuous and intentional.

The work ultimately functions as a gentle manifesto for mindful living, using the pastoral tradition's celebration of simple pleasures to critique modern complexity without explicit condemnation. Its literary achievement lies in making philosophical contentment seem both attainable and admirable through accessible, conversational language.

Together, Forever

Together, Forever
Warwick Allen
Wednesday, 1 January 2003

[Verse 1]
Take my heart, I'll take yours
Take my life, just as it is
Take my hand, we'll take a step
Let us walk, together, forever

[Verse 2]
Make a start, you with me
On this road, me with you
Let it be, just how it will
As we walk, together, forever

[Verse 3]
Let me lead, when I will
Let me follow, when need be
Let us stay, hand in hand
As we walk, together, forever

[Bridge]
The walk uncertain
The road unknown
But a light unto our path
Will show where we're going

[Verse 4]
On the Christ, we'll fix our gaze
To the Lord, we'll turn our hearts
Where He leads, there we'll go
As we walk, together, forever

[Verse 5]
When it ends, this walk of ours
It will have only just begun
A new road through eternity
We will walk, together, forever

Analysis of Together, Forever

Structure and Form

The song employs a five-verse structure with a bridge, creating an extended narrative arc that mirrors the journey it describes. The consistent refrain "As we walk, together, forever" functions as both a musical anchor and thematic touchstone, reinforcing the central metaphor of life as a shared pilgrimage. The addition of the bridge between verses three and four creates a crucial pivot point, introducing uncertainty before resolving into divine guidance.

Thematic Development

The lyrics demonstrate a sophisticated progression from the purely personal to the transcendent. The opening verses establish a covenant between two individuals through imperative language ("Take my heart," "Make a start"), evolving into reciprocal partnership ("Let me lead," "Let me follow"). This human-centred foundation then expands to encompass divine relationship in verse four, where "the Christ" becomes the focal point of their shared journey.

The bridge serves as a theological and literary hinge, acknowledging the fundamental uncertainty of human experience ("The walk uncertain / The road unknown") whilst affirming providential guidance. This tension between doubt and faith reflects a mature spirituality that acknowledges life's ambiguities whilst maintaining trust in divine direction.

Metaphorical Framework

The central metaphor of walking functions on multiple levels: the literal act of two people moving together, the metaphorical journey of a romantic relationship, and the spiritual pilgrimage of faith. The progression from "take a step" to "this walk of ours" to "a new road through eternity" creates an expanding temporal scope that encompasses both immediate commitment and eschatological hope.

The shift from "road" in the early verses to "path" in the bridge, then back to "road" in the final verse, suggests different qualities of the journey—roads being constructed and travelled by many, whilst paths suggest more intimate, personal routes requiring guidance.

Religious and Romantic Integration

The lyrics navigate the complex intersection of romantic love and religious devotion with remarkable sophistication. Rather than treating these as competing loyalties, the text presents them as mutually reinforcing. The romantic commitment gains depth and permanence through its grounding in shared faith, whilst religious devotion finds expression through committed partnership.

The capitalised "Christ" and "Lord" in verse four mark a theological declaration, but one that emerges organically from the relational foundation established earlier. This integration suggests that human love, properly understood, points beyond itself to divine love.

Temporal Dimensions

The song's treatment of time moves from present commitment through future uncertainty to eternal perspective. The final verse's paradox—"When it ends, this walk of ours / It will have only just begun"—employs eschatological imagery that transforms temporal limitation into infinite possibility. The phrase "through eternity" elevates the relationship beyond mortal constraints whilst maintaining its essential character as a shared journey.

Language and Tone

The diction remains accessible whilst avoiding sentimentality. The repeated use of "Let" constructions creates a tone of invitation rather than demand, suggesting mutual submission rather than dominance. The simple, direct language mirrors the straightforward commitment being described, whilst the religious terminology in verse four maintains reverence without lapsing into archaic formality.

Conclusion

These lyrics succeed in creating a unified vision of romantic and spiritual commitment that avoids the pitfalls of either secular romanticism or disembodied spirituality. The walking metaphor provides coherence whilst allowing for growth and development. The result is a text that functions effectively as both popular song and contemporary hymn, speaking to couples seeking to ground their relationship in shared faith whilst remaining accessible to broader audiences.

Two

Two
Warwick Allen
Wednesday, 29 January 2003

[Verse 1]
Me plus you, that makes two
So two we'll be: you plus me.
What'll we do, us who are two?
We'll cross the sea, and go to Italy!
Vino Italiano for me and you.

[Verse 2]
What'll be there, how will we fare
Two who are one, under the Roman sun?
I know not my dear, but this I'll share:
No ill will come, where'er we run.
There's naught to  fear, for we're in the care
Of Father, Ghost and Son—Three who are One!
So let's go, let us dare, me with my lady fair.

A Word from Me

A Word from Me
Warwick Allen
Sunday, 13 February 2005

I have a word
I have two
I have a thought
A thought of you

My thought is pleasant
My thought is fond
My thought is glad
Of our bond

A thought's a breath
A fleeting dew
A recurring breath
My thought of you

A thought preserved
A thought to hold
A thought of you
I give you now

A small token
A word from me
A preservation
Offered humbly

Together Loving: A Perfect Day

Together Loving: A Perfect Day
Warwick Allen
Sunday, 1 June 2014

Before light
Rooster's asleep
As close to silence as this home knows
I walk a well-trodden path
To a sacred rendezvous
That hidden place

My ears are open
My tongue is loosed
And I commune
Deeply
  Undoubtedly
    Beautifully

With my Soul Lover
My Big Brother
My Redeemer
The Reliever
Of my care, all my fear
My Dearest Dad
My Provider
My Path Finder
And I hear, I always hear



The rooster crows
The sun breaks through
Unveiling the glory of the new
New day, new move
God is here

I join with giants of the faith
Together we invite
Jesus to build His church
We exalt
We petition
We hear
We know
The Kingdom of God has come
And is coming
To this place



Breakfast is a group affair
My wife, children and our new family
Sisters, aunties, brothers, uncles
And our children in the Lord

Talk is vibrant, buzzing
Miracles of yesterday
Expectations for today
Of studies and sabbaticals
Of triumphs in the battles



A day of walking, meeting
Praying, eating
Teaching, living
Together loving

A day of experiencing
God leading, revealing
Equipping and healing

A day in which the Spirit of the Lord works through us
As He proclaims good news to the poor
Freedom for prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind
As He sets the oppressed free
And outworks the day of the Lord's favour



With evening comes celebration
Of life and togetherness
We have a feast
And all are welcome
Merriment and thanksgiving
Eating, laughing
Together loving

Dinner ate, dishes done
The instruments come
The singing starts
The King is exalted
By joyous and thankful hearts

A time for teaching follows
For sharing lessons learned
And a time for interceding
Laying before the Lord each other's burden



At the conclusion
Of a day that saw
Mountains thrown into the sea
Sleep comes quickly
It's restful and peaceful
And always sufficient
Such that I'm fully equipped
To meet the challenges
And to do the work
Of the coming day

Look at The Picture

Look at The Picture
Warwick Allen
Thursday, 26 March 2015

look at the picture
whom do you see
is it you
is it me
a slice of
  humanity

look at the picture
whom do you see
is it you
is it He
a slice of
  divinity

odd is the picture
laid out here now
it is mixed
far too mixed
not as it
  it should be

that day of despair
we wanted to see
truth was lost
truth was won
won back at
  Calvery

look at the picture
sprinkled with Blood
it was you
now it's He
Dad sees His
  purity

beautiful's the picture
our Dad does see
sin is hid
taken away
it is rid
  eternally

beautiful's the picture
we strain to see
is it true
could it be
us restored
  completely

My Treasure

My Treasure
Warwick Allen
Thursday, 26 March 2015

I see you still
in the squall
in the still
through it all

I hold you still
Sure you know
Never will
Let you go

Love you my Love
Ever do
All my love
Always you

Not faltering
My desire
Soul yearning
My treasure

You still hold me
Don't let it
Be loosely
Loose to slip

Us together
Always is
Forever
How it is

Future bright'ning
We walk on
Love strength'ning
We are strong

Love is strong

A Sack Full of Words

A Sack Full of Words
Warwick Allen
Monday, 4 May 2015

A sack full of kittens
My words
Rescued
Come tumbling out
Falling over each other
Tripping on themselves
Emancipated
Weak
Uncoordinated
My words
Feed them the milk that they need
Not that they deserve
Feed them with meat
To make them grow
My words
The Lion's roar
Will be heard

Awakening

Awakening
Warwick Allen
Monday, 4 May 2015

The dormant anger in my soul
A sleeping beast half aroused
Feed it now, one more time
Rusty bars soon to crumble

Born of love
Filled with wrath
Fed on the drippings
Of a melted heart

Awakening now
It's awakening now

Oh my Sister!
My Sister,
I hear
My Brother!
My dear Brother,
I hear your cry

Its bellow shatters
The frail cage
It is free
And enraged

Injustice, you loathsome serpent
Start to quiver
Start to fear
This beast is led
By a spirit
And a Spirit

It has no fear
It has no bounds
It will abound
– All times
– All things
– All sufficiency
The heart, the mind
The power, the providence
Of the Most High
It has
It needs
Nothing
Else

Serpent:
Prepare
To be
Crushed

Can These Words Live

Can These Words Live
Warwick Allen
Monday, 4 May 2015

Son of man, can these bones live?
Oh Lord, Yahweh, You know.
Prophesy, prophesy, prophesy!
Thus sayeth the Lord:

    Behold, I will cause breath to enter you that you may come to life.
        I will put sinews on you,
            make flesh grow on you,
                cover you with skin.

Son of man, can these words live?
Oh Lord, Yahweh, You know.
Prophesy, prophesy, prophesy!
Thus sayeth the Lord:

    Behold, I will put breath in you that you may come alive.
        I will put purpose in you,
            sink mysteries into you
                and they will know that I AM.

    Come from the four winds, O Breath,
        and breathe on these words,
            that they will deliver life.

Son of man, can these words live?
Oh Lord, Yahweh, they do.
Prophesy, prophesy, prophesy!

Blue Pen

Blue Pen
Warwick Allen
Tuesday, 12 May 2015


Original poem (2015)
Blue pen
Let's walk
To loose my thought
And the others
Consign them
Confine them
Jailor pen
Can you
Control them?


Song arrangement, “Jailor Pen”, with added lines (2025)
[Verse 1]
The chatter hums, a restless din,
Thoughts collide and pull me in,
But there you wait, my stern blue guard,
To lock them up, to stand unmarred.

[Chorus]
Jailor pen, quell the riot,
Pin that word (it'll be heard),
Jailor pen, be my friend,
Accentuate the quiet.

[Verse 2]
Blue pen
Let's walk
To loose my thought
And the others
Consign them
Confine them
Jailor pen
Can you
Control them?

[Bridge]
Each stroke a cell, each line a gate,
You trap the clutter, shift the weight,
A paradox in ink I see—
You cage my mind to set me free.

[Chorus]
Jailor pen, quell the riot,
Pin that word (it'll be heard),
Jailor pen, be my friend,
Accentuate the quiet.

[Verse 3]
The wild ones twist, they tug, they fray,
A storm of threads that won't obey,
But you, my ward, you bind them still,
Expel the mess, my soul to fill.

[Outro]
Blue pen, my shield, my strange release,
You jail the storm, you grant me peace,
Thoughts confined, yet I'm unbound,
In your chains, my wings are found.

Bounce

Bounce
Warwick Allen
Tuesday, 12 May 2015

in my head
rubber ball
milky way
calms it all
look away
rubber ball
in my head

again

Chicken Air

Chicken Air
Warwick Allen
Tuesday, 12 May 2015

sun welcome
air permeated
chicken salt

Glisten and Divide

Glisten and Divide
Warwick Allen
Tuesday, 12 May 2015

sun glisten
granite rain-drop
stands between

Sarawak Auntie

Sarawak Auntie
Warwick Allen
Tuesday, 12 May 2015

the water is low
so we push the boats
the fox, gamey and chewy
elicits culinary felicity
so we please our hosts
with our gluttony
what do we share
what commonality
in Sarawak, here
up river and cultures apart
how is it we share
so much but cultures apart
I know
when I see
my father-mother-brother-sister-uncle-auntie-cousin
adoring
the One whom I adore

Seeds of Joy

Seeds of Joy
Warwick Allen
Wednesday, 13 May 2015

seeds of joy
  fling
from tiny hands
  as you spin

tired eyes
  brighten
over soft smiles
  as you spin

hearts warm and
  connect
with warmed hearts
  as you spin

your joy, my lovelies
is the world's pleasure
your pleasure, my angels
is the world's delight
your delight, princesses
is my solace

keep dancing, my beauties
dynamos of blessing
keep dancing, cherubim
you're ushering
Heaven in

Yeah But

Yeah But
Warwick Allen
Thursday, 14 May 2015

On behalf of the voiceless:

please

On behalf of the heartless:

yeah, but
  we provide quality
  not quantity
yeah, but
  all of these
  just too many
yeah, but
  750 already
  our good deed
yeah, but
  mouths to feed
  we have plenty
yeah, but
  we are tiny
  can't you see

anyway (this is plain to see)
there's no way (that we can help)
because (this is plain to see)
we have lost
our way

Sweet Melodies

Sweet Melodies
Warwick Allen
Friday, 15 May 2015

love notes of sweet melodies
shoot from deep-green leaves
swayed by gentle breeze
tenderly caressing me
snuggling into the sun
a lullaby softly hummed
innocence fills my lungs
a thousand yesterdays
cleansed with sea spray
exhaled and put away
sweep the floor of today
space for my soul to play

Precious

Precious
Warwick Allen
Sunday, 2 August 2015

A lie torturous
Sold
By men contemptuous
Told
To lives precious
Cold
Hearts treat worthless
Gold
Their sole worship
Hell
Their course plotted
How
To touch minds knotted
Tell
Men, men corrupted
Yell
The truth unhindered
Smell
Life sweetly savoured
Now
Through our Saviour
Old
Courses Altered
Cold
Hearts are melted
Evil
Men made righteous
All
Souls are precious

Little Fox

Little Fox
Warwick Allen
Wednesday, 30 September 2015

The whites in your eyes,
The dim mirror hides.

So close, out of shot;
So much, not a lot.

Let's talk about this,
Little fox, my nemesis.

The thief is out there.
The thief is in here.

Tell me, who are you?
I know, already knew.

Saw through cheap disguise;
The soul in your eyes...

Is gone, do you miss it?
But mine, you won't get it.
But mine, it's well kept.

Dissonance

Dissonance
Warwick Allen
Sunday, 18 October 2015

I take my soul for a stroll
Along the crumbling edge
Cliff face, to face
Imagined and the real

I see my world dissolve
In an unread history book
My space, marked place
Recorded but never told

I watch and sigh as they divide
My soul and body cannot decide
Can't agree who'll they'll have
Me be, so they fight

Ever Isle

Ever Isle
Warwick Allen
Sunday, 18 October 2015

Every day I breathe a while
Throw my thoughts on a pile
Up there on the top
My dream of Ever Isle

Every day I run a while
Chasing an ephemeral smile
Many-coloured gold-in-pot
My dream of Ever Isle

Every day I stop a while
Resting with easy smile
I know what I've got
My life in Ever Isle

To Be Me

To Be Me
Warwick Allen
Friday, 12 August 2016

white whiskers
whisper
of my folly

muscles strained
well trained
of my weakness

learned brain
exclaims
my ignorance

a beast without Your mind
a babe without Your strength
a fool without Your word

I need You
                if I am
                            to be me

Dead Faith, Breathe

Dead Faith, Breathe
Warwick Allen
Wednesday, 7 June 2017

You've no qualm
Recite your psalm
On the corner
Don't ignore her
She's hurting
You look

Words cavernous
Now disastrous
She will hear
You don't care
She's hurting
You ask

Pontificate
Form of hate
You say grace
See her face
She's hurting
You know

… breathe …

Words substantial
Being filled
In the doing
Lives combining
She's waiting
For you

Ruru's First Call

Ruru's First Call
Warwick Allen
Sunday, 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?”

Minstrel of Summer

Minstrel of Summer
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

Dimly-Lit Path

Dimly-Lit Path
Warwick Allen
Tuesday, 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

Simplicity's Virtue

Simplicity's Virtue
Warwick Allen
Tuesday, 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
thought 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)

Tear-Stained Sod

Tear-Stained Sod
Warwick Allen
Saturday, 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.

Anthem of The Redeemed

Anthem of The Redeemed
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!
Disclaimer

Some lyrics have been generated by AI.

Old Order Disappeared

Old Order Disappeared
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

Analysis of Old Order Disappeared

“Old Order Disappeared” is a compelling piece that navigates the tension between observed suffering and transcendent hope, ultimately resolving in explicitly Christian eschatological vision.

Structure and Voice as Ministerial Act

The poem employs a distinctive dual perspective that takes on particular significance when read as supportive address. The opening stanzas establish an unnamed “they” as a threatening collective force, described through visceral imagery of violence: “bite and tear / flesh and skin.” This creates an almost predatory atmosphere reminiscent of Psalm 22's imagery of enemies as “dogs” and “lions,” but functions here not merely as poetic device but as validation of the addressee's experience of affliction. What proves particularly poignant is the speaker's initial positioning as detached observer—“I float on by / observing / immune”—followed by the vulnerable question “how?”

This confession of bewilderment transforms what might appear as callous detachment into honest acknowledgement of the mystery of differential suffering. The repetition of “how?” later in the poem creates a structural echo that binds together questions of both immunity and sustenance, suggesting the speaker's movement from puzzled observer to committed supporter.

Biblical Intertextuality as Consolatory Resource

The poem's most explicit biblical resonance appears in the penultimate stanza, which draws directly from Revelation 21:4: “every tear He'll wipe / pain will be no more / the old order disappeared.” Read as supportive address, this passage functions not as abstract theological statement but as concrete promise offered to one presently afflicted. The poet transforms the biblical text's word order (“God will wipe away every tear”) through inversion and contraction (“every tear He'll wipe”), creating immediacy within prophetic vision that serves pastoral rather than merely literary purposes.

The closing reference to Philippians 4:13—“you can do / all things through / Him who gives / you strength”—takes on the character of gentle exhortation rather than triumphalist declaration, its enjambment softening what might otherwise read as aggressive certainty into tender encouragement.

Theological Implications as Pastoral Theology

The poem's theological sophistication lies in its refusal to minimise suffering whilst maintaining Christian hope. The speaker doesn't deny the reality of the loved one's affliction—the “they” who “swamp,” “strangle,” and “drag down”—but rather positions transcendence as both mystery (“how?”) and available resource (“in His / love”). This creates what one might term a “theology of accompaniment”—the speaker moves from bewildered observation to committed support, reminiscent of the incarnational movement whereby divine love enters human suffering without removing its reality but transforming its meaning.

Literary Technique as Pastoral Method

The poem's strength as consolatory literature lies in its restraint. The short lines and simple diction avoid the pitfalls of religious consolation that can become platitudinous or dismissive of genuine pain. The repetition of “how?” functions as shared wonder rather than demanded explanation—a sophisticated pastoral positioning that acknowledges mystery without claiming false understanding. The progression from second person (“you”) to first person (“I”) to divine third person (“He”) creates a movement from acknowledged suffering through human solidarity to divine resource, mapping the pastoral journey from empathy to hope.

Critical Assessment as Devotional Literature

Whilst the poem successfully integrates biblical promise with present suffering, one might question whether the resolution addresses the full complexity of sustained affliction. However, read as occasional verse written for pastoral purposes, such concerns may miss the point. The “old order disappeared” functions not as theological argument but as vision offered to one who needs hope more than explanation. The work succeeds in creating what one could call “pastoral modernism”—maintaining contemporary poetic sensibilities whilst drawing upon traditional consolatory resources, achieving that delicate balance between honesty about suffering and confidence in divine care that marks effective spiritual counsel.

In conclusion, “Old Order Disappeared” demonstrates how biblical vision can serve contemporary pastoral care through verse, offering not theological resolution but companionship in suffering and gentle direction towards transcendent hope. As occasional poetry written in love, it succeeds in its primary purpose: to offer comfort whilst acknowledging the genuine mystery of differential suffering.

Ordinary Means of Grace

Ordinary Means of Grace
Warwick Allen
Sunday, 25 May 2025

[Verse 1]
I breathe Your Breath in the quiet,
knowing my prayer is heard.
I eat the bread, the good diet,
of Your daily, guiding Word.

[Chorus]
We receive them in
the ordinary,
Your daily mercy
and Your endless grace.
The beautiful gifts,
the blessed routines,
“ordinary means”:
there we find Your grace.

[Verse 2]
As cool waters over me flowed,
life-giving grace made me new.
Your body, Your blood, gifts bestowed,
draws us, Your bride, in to You.

[Verse 3]
Together with the saints I come,
share prayer, sweet fellowship.
Your grace knits Your body as one;
in unity, we worship.

[Chorus]
We receive them in
the ordinary,
Your daily mercy
and Your endless grace.
The beautiful gifts,
the blessed routines,
“ordinary means”:
there we find Your grace.

[Verse 4]
As I gladly serve Your Body
with my modest offering,
Your grace is pouring into me,
and it's I who's receiving.

[Verse 5]
Through Your faithful teachers, preachers,
countless graces I'm given.
Understanding of Your scriptures,
make You more deeply known.

[Bridge]
And we do, we eagerly pursue
the extraordinary.
But we're happy to glory
in the ordinary.
That's where we find You.

[Chorus]
We receive them in
the ordinary,
Your daily mercy
and Your endless grace.
The beautiful gifts,
the blessed routines,
“ordinary means”:
there we see Your face.

At The End of Myself

At The End of Myself
Warwick Allen
Tuesday, 17 June 2025

[Verse 1]
I'm weary, and my all is not enough,
And the road ahead stretches long and rough.
I'm kneeling, empty, nothing left to give,
Here, in surrender, I begin to live.

[Chorus 1]
At the end of myself, is where I find my strength.
When it's no longer I, but He who lives in me,
I can do all things through Him who gives me strength.
He lifts me up and He carries me.

[Verse 2]
In front of me, tasks beyond my might,
And every step, a battle and a fight.
I'm lost in the struggle, but in this place,
I rest in His mercy, and in His grace.

[Chorus 2]
At the end of myself, is where I find my strength.
In the breaking of my pride, His mercy reigns.
I can do all things through Him who gives me strength.
He holds me close, through every storm and pain.

[Verse 3]
All I have to offer is tears and loss,
So I fall before the redeeming cross.
His strength is perfect when I know my weakness.
In knowing my emptiness, I find His fullness.

[Chorus 3]
At the end of myself, is where I find my strength.
In the stillness of surrender, He will sustain.
I can do all things through Him who gives me strength.
Through it all, His grace and power remain.

[Bridge]
When my race is run,
His has just begun.
When I am undone,
I rest in the Son.

[Chorus 4]
At the end of myself, is where I find my strength.
In the ashes of my plans, His hope remains.
I can do all things through Him who gives me strength.
So here I rest, in the power of His name.

[Coda]
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.
Disclaimer

Some lyrics have been generated by AI.

Analysis of At The End of Myself

The song At the End of Myself is a poignant exploration of human frailty, spiritual surrender and divine empowerment, deeply rooted in Christian theology and scriptural references. Written in a confessional and meditative tone, the lyrics articulate a journey from exhaustion and inadequacy to reliance on God's strength. This analysis examines the song's thematic progression, its use of scriptural allusions, and the deliberate choice of Bible translations to convey its message.

Thematic Analysis

The song's central theme is the paradox of finding strength in weakness through surrender to God. This is introduced in Verse 1, where the speaker describes weariness and insufficiency (“my all is not enough”) but discovers life through surrender. The recurring motif of being “at the end of myself” in the choruses underscores a state of personal depletion as the prerequisite for divine intervention. This aligns with Christian teachings on humility and dependence on God, particularly echoed in 2 Corinthians 12:9, where God's grace is sufficient in weakness, a concept implicitly woven throughout the song. Each verse builds on this theme by depicting increasing levels of struggle and surrender. Verse 2 portrays overwhelming tasks and battles, yet finds solace in God's mercy and grace. Verse 3 deepens the emotional intensity, with the speaker offering only “tears and loss” at the “redeeming cross,” a clear reference to Christ's atonement. The bridge shifts to an eschatological perspective, contrasting the speaker's finite “race” with God's eternal work, culminating in rest in “the Son” (a Christological title). The coda, quoting Psalm 23, concludes with a serene affirmation of God's guidance and restoration, providing a resolution to the song's earlier turmoil.

Scriptural References and Translation Choices

The song is saturated with scriptural allusions, drawing from multiple Bible translations to enhance its lyrical and theological impact. The most prominent reference is the repeated line in the choruses, “I can do all things through Him who gives me strength,” directly quoting Philippians 4:13 from the New International Version (NIV). This verse aligns with the song's theme of divine empowerment in human weakness. The choice of the NIV rendition offers contemporary accessibility and rhythmic suitability for lyrical repetition. The coda explicitly quotes Psalm 23:1–3 from the King James Version (KJV), evident in its archaic language: “He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul.” The KJV's poetic cadence and solemnity lend a timeless, almost liturgical quality to the song's conclusion, evoking a sense of divine comfort and finality. This contrasts with the NIV's modern phrasing in the choruses, suggesting a deliberate juxtaposition of contemporary and traditional expressions of faith to bridge personal experience with historical scripture. Other scriptural influences are less explicit but discernible. For instance, Verse 3's line, “His strength is perfect when I know my weakness,” echoes 2 Corinthians 12:9: “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” This verse informs the song's nuanced articulation of weakness as a conduit for divine strength. Similarly, the imagery of the “redeeming cross” in Verse 3 alludes to the crucifixion narratives (e.g., 1 Corinthians 1:18), symbolising salvation and surrender. The bridge's reference to resting “in the Son” draws from Christological passages like John 15:4–5, where abiding in Christ is essential for spiritual vitality.

Structural and Poetic Devices

The song's structure reinforces its theological message. The four verses and choruses progress from despair to hope, with each chorus slightly varying to reflect the speaker's growing trust in God. For example, Chorus 1 focuses on Christ living in the speaker, while Chorus 4 speaks of resting “in the power of His name,” indicating a shift in thought from indwelling to worshipful reliance. The bridge serves as a theological pivot, introducing Christ's eternal perspective, while the coda's scriptural quotation provides a meditative finish. Poetically, the lyrics employ vivid imagery and contrasts. The “long and rough” road (Verse 1) and “storm and pain” (Chorus 2) evoke life's hardships, while “green pastures” and “still waters” (Coda) offer divine respite. The repetition of “at the end of myself” creates a rhythmic anchor, mirroring the cyclical nature of spiritual surrender. The bridge's concise parallelism (“When my race is run, / ”His has just begun") distils the song's eschatological hope.

Theological and Emotional Resonance

The choice of translations—NIV for the choruses and KJV for the coda, with evidence of English Standard Version (ESV) influences elsewhere—reflects a careful curation of scriptural voices. The NIV's dynamic phrasing in Philippians 4:13 appeals to modern listeners, grounding the song's personal narrative. The KJV's Psalm 23 invokes a collective, historical faith, connecting the individual's journey to a broader Christian tradition. The ESV's influence, with its emphasis on precision, supports the song's doctrinal clarity, particularly in its Pauline allusions to weakness and grace. Together, these translations create a multifaceted scriptural foundation that resonates both emotionally and theologically. The song's emotional power lies in its raw vulnerability. By depicting a speaker who is “weary,” “empty,” and offering only “tears,” it invites listeners to relate their struggles. The progression from exhaustion to rest mirrors the Christian narrative of redemption, making the song a compelling devotional tool. Its scriptural anchoring ensures theological depth, while its lyrical craftsmanship ensures universal relatability.

Conclusion

At the End of Myself is a lyrically and theologically sophisticated song that navigates the tension between human limitation and divine strength. Its scriptural references, drawn from the NIV, KJV and ESV, are strategically employed to reinforce its message of surrender and empowerment. The NIV's Philippians 4:13 drives the song's central affirmation, the KJV's Psalm 23 provides a timeless conclusion, and the ESV's influence lends doctrinal precision. Through its vivid imagery, poetic structure, and emotional authenticity, the song offers a profound reflection on faith, making it a resonant piece for both personal devotion and communal worship.

Floral Apostle

Floral Apostle
Warwick Allen
Monday, 23 June 2025

[Verse 1]
Winter daffodil
Stalwart sentinel
Guardian of hope
Humble antidote
To our brumal ill

[Refrain 1]
(Here is a call for the endurance…)

[Chorus 1]
Your golden bloom
Under skies cold and grey
Pierces dark and gloom
Speaks of a better day

[Verse 2]
Though storm battered
And snow covered
Indomitable yellow
A bright foreshadow
Of sun assured

[Refrain 2]
(Here is a call for the endurance…)

[Chorus 2]
Your steadfast constant cheer
Banishes our dismay
Leaves no space for despair
Shows us the better day

[Verse 3]
Winter may linger
Last many a year
Floral apostle
Will you then please tell
What we need to hear

[Refrain 3]
(Here is a call for the endurance…)

[Chorus 3]
Your resolute message
The sure hope you relay
Sweetens bitter passage
Towards that better day

[Bridge]
Of this we are sure
Remind our hearts again
If we will endure
With Him we will reign

[Verse 4]
Show Jerusalem
The city to come
City where the dark
Can't stay, cannot park
It's lit by the Son

[Verse 4 repeated]
Show Jerusalem
The city to come
City where the dark
Can't stay, cannot park
It's lit by the Son

[Refrain 4]
(…the endurance and faith of the saints.)

Analysis of Floral Apostle

Floral Apostle is a poetic and spiritually rich song that weaves together vivid natural imagery and Christian theology to deliver a message of hope, endurance and divine promise. The central metaphor of a daffodil blooming in winter serves as a powerful symbol of resilience amidst adversity, embodying the role of an “apostle”—a messenger of God's truth. Through its structured progression of verses, refrains, choruses and a bridge, the song invites listeners to reflect on their struggles while anchoring them in the assurance of a future redeemed by Christ. The lyrics draw heavily on biblical themes, with direct quotations and allusions to Scripture, particularly emphasising the call to patient endurance and the hope of eternal salvation. This analysis explores the song's lyrical content, structure, imagery, themes and biblical references, providing insight into its theological depth and emotional resonance.

Structure and Form

The song is structured as three sets of verse-refrain-chorus, followed by a bridge and a fourth verse, which is repeated, then a concluding refrain. This hymn-like structure creates a rhythmic flow, with the refrains acting as a unifying thread that builds anticipation. The verses develop the daffodil's symbolism, the choruses amplify its message of hope, the bridge offers a spiritual exhortation, and the final verse culminates in an eschatological vision. The refrains, initially truncated (“Here is a call for the endurance…”), resolve fully in the final iteration (“… the endurance and faith of the saints”), mirroring the song's progression from struggle to triumph. The rhyme scheme is loose but intentional (e.g., “daffodil” / “ill,” “yellow” / “foreshadow”), lending a poetic quality that enhances the lyrical flow without rigid formality.

Imagery and Symbolism

The daffodil, described as a “winter daffodil,” “stalwart sentinel,” and “floral apostle,” is the song's central image, representing hope and resilience in the face of adversity. The daffodil referred to might be Sternbergia lutea, a yellow-flowered plant often mistaken for a daffodil, known for blooming in late autumn or early winter in Mediterranean climates, which aligns with the song's depiction of a flower enduring harsh conditions. Its “golden bloom” and “indomitable yellow” pierce the “skies cold and grey” and “dark and gloom” (Verse 1, Chorus 1, Verse 2), evoking a stark contrast between light and darkness. This light/dark motif underscores the song's theme of hope overcoming despair, with the daffodil's perseverance in “storm battered” and “snow covered” conditions (Verse 2) symbolising steadfast faith. The final verse shifts to an eschatological vision of “Jerusalem / The city to come,” where “the dark / Can't stay, cannot park / It's lit by the Son,” reinforcing the triumph of divine light. The bridge's call to “endure” and “reign” with Christ bridges the earthly daffodil to the heavenly promise, uniting the song's natural and spiritual imagery.

Themes

The primary themes of Floral Apostle are hope, patient endurance, and divine assurance:

  • Hope: The daffodil's ability to bloom in winter symbolises hope amidst hardship, with choruses proclaiming a “better day” (Choruses 1–3). This hope is not merely optimistic but eschatological, culminating in the vision of Jerusalem.
  • Patient Endurance: The song repeatedly calls listeners to persevere through trials, as seen in the refrains' “call for the endurance” and the bridge's “If we will endure.” The daffodil's resilience mirrors the steadfastness required of believers.
  • Divine Assurance: The lyrics anchor hope in God's promise, with the daffodil as a “humble antidote” to “brumal ill” (Verse 1) and a “foreshadow” of the “sun assured” (Verse 2), ultimately pointing to Christ, the “Son” who lights the eternal city (Verse 4).

The song balances vulnerability—acknowledging “Winter may linger / Last many a year” (Verse 3) and the need to “remind our hearts again” (Bridge)—with triumphant assurance, making its message both relatable and uplifting.

Biblical References

Floral Apostle is deeply rooted in Scripture, with direct quotations and allusions to several Bible passages that emphasise endurance, hope and salvation. Below are the key references, drawn from the English Standard Version (ESV) for consistency:

  1. Revelation 13:10 & 14:12 (Refrain: “Here is a call for the endurance…”):
    The refrain directly quotes the end of Revelation 13:10, “Here is a call for the endurance and faith of the saints.” (which is echoed in Revelation 14:12, “Here is a call for the endurance of the saints, those who keep the commandments of God and their faith in Jesus.”) The song uses this to frame the daffodil's message as a divine call to steadfast faith, with the truncated refrains building suspense until the full quotation in Refrain 4. This passage underscores the song's theme of perseverance amidst trials, aligning with the daffodil's resilience.
  2. 2 Timothy 2:12 (Bridge: “If we will endure / With Him we will reign”):
    The bridge directly alludes to 2 Timothy 2:12, “If we endure, we will also reign with him; if we deny him, he also will deny us.” The line “With Him we will reign” promises believers a share in Christ's eternal glory, tying the daffodil's hope to the ultimate reward of salvation. The plea to “Remind our hearts again” reflects the need for spiritual renewal in enduring faith.
  3. Revelation 21:1–4, 23 (Verse 4: “Show Jerusalem / The city to come / City where the dark / Can't stay, cannot park / It's lit by the Son”):
    The final verse alludes to Revelation 21, which describes the New Jerusalem: “And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God… And the city has no need of sun or moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light, and its lamp is the Lamb” (Revelation 21:2, 23). The “city where the dark / Can't stay” and “lit by the Son” (referring to Christ) evokes this vision of a redeemed world free from darkness, tying the daffodil's light to the eternal light of God.
  4. Romans 5:3–5 (Implied in Chorus 3: “Sweetens bitter passage / Towards that better day”):
    The phrase “Sweetens bitter passage” echoes Romans 5:3–4, “We rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope.” While not directly quoted, this passage informs the song's theme of enduring trials with hope, particularly in the choruses' focus on a “better day.”
  5. Galatians 6:9 (Implied in Bridge: “If we will endure”):
    The bridge's emphasis on endurance aligns with Galatians 6:9, “And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.” The promise of reaping a reward through perseverance resonates with the song's encouragement to persist through “winter.”

Emotional and Theological Impact

Floral Apostle masterfully blends natural and spiritual imagery to convey a message of hope and endurance grounded in Christian theology. The daffodil, possibly Sternbergia lutea, serves as a relatable symbol of resilience, its “golden bloom” piercing the gloom of winter, much like Christ's light overcomes darkness. The song's reflective mood, seen in lines like “Winter may linger / Last many a year” and “Remind our hearts again,” acknowledges human struggle, making the hope authentic and hard-won. The biblical allusions provide theological weight, framing the daffodil as a divine messenger calling believers to endure with faith in God's promises.

The song's progression from earthly struggle to heavenly vision mirrors the Christian journey from trial to salvation, with the daffodil as a “floral apostle” delivering God's message of hope. The refrains' gradual revelation of the call to endurance, culminating in the full quotation from Revelation, creates a narrative arc that invites listeners to join the “saints” in faithful perseverance. The bridge's plea for renewed hearts and promise of reigning with Christ adds emotional depth, balancing vulnerability with assurance.

Conclusion

Floral Apostle is a profound lyrical work that combines poetic imagery with biblical truth to inspire hope and endurance. Its central metaphor of the daffodil, paired with allusions to Revelation, 2 Timothy, Romans and Galatians, creates a rich tapestry of faith and resilience. The song speaks to both the heart and soul, offering comfort to those in “winter” while pointing to the eternal light of the “city to come.” Its universal themes of hope and perseverance, grounded in Christian theology, make it a powerful piece for spiritual reflection and encouragement.

Divide and Lose

Divide and Lose
Warwick Allen
Wednesday, 17 September 2025

[Verse 1]
Aching in our hurting, it's a sad song
Just a fruitless searching, it is all gone
Just a fleeting sighting, but not for long
Aching for the righting, of all the wrong

[Chorus]
We all build this wall of, of division
Wonder why all of this, this confusion
Wonder who is giving the instruction
We all race to, to our, our destruction

[Verse 2]
If you ever find it, do let us know
We all need to mind it, how we will go
We all need a leader, one who will show
If you find the Daystar, we will follow

[Chorus]
We all build this wall of, of division
Wonder why all of this, this confusion
Wonder who is giving the instruction
We all race to, to our, our destruction

[Coda]
Do tell if you know Him, the Prince of Peace
Do tell, will you heed the Prince who brings Peace?

Analysis of Divide and Lose (synopsis)

“Divide and Lose” by Warwick Allen emerges as a sophisticated response to contemporary political fragmentation, written following Charlie Kirk's assassination on 10 September 2025. The work functions simultaneously as lament, prophetic warning, and Gospel proclamation, weaving together themes of social division, spiritual longing, and transcendent unity.

The piece critiques artificial societal division through its central metaphor of collectively built walls (“We all build this wall of, of division”), employing stammering repetition that mirrors linguistic and social breakdown. The title's paradoxical reversal of “divide and conquer” suggests that contemporary division leads to collective defeat rather than strategic advantage.

Allen's treatment of leadership operates on sophisticated dual levels. The line “We all need a leader, one who will show” functions first as recognition of Kirk's positive leadership and mourning for what was lost in his assassination. More profoundly, it points to Christ as “the way and the truth and the life” (John 14:6), transforming political commentary into Christological exposition. This dual interpretation allows the work to simultaneously honour human leadership whilst directing attention toward eternal divine guidance.

The piece follows a classical lament structure, moving from suffering description through causation analysis to redemptive hope. Its fourteen-line sonnet form (excluding the repeated chorus) employs blocks of identical rhymes (AAAA BBBB CCCC DD) rather than traditional English sonnet patterns, creating intensified sonic unity within each section.

Biblical symbolism operates throughout, particularly through light/darkness motifs and the progression from “a leader” to “the Daystar” to “the Prince of Peace,” creating a Christological development that mirrors Gospel revelation patterns. The work draws extensively on Hebrew prophetic traditions whilst incorporating messianic imagery from Isaiah.

The coda transforms the entire piece through evangelistic commission: “Do tell if you know Him, the Prince of Peace.” This shift from lament to Gospel proclamation reflects Kirk's own evangelical mission whilst providing constructive response to political violence. Rather than calling for political mobilisation or retribution, Allen channels collective grief into a mandate for continued Christian witness.

The work's theological sophistication lies in positioning Gospel proclamation as the authentic solution to political division, suggesting that spiritual transformation must precede social healing. The final question challenges readers to choose spiritual renewal over continued division, encompassing both personal conversion and evangelistic responsibility.

Quiet Song

Quiet Song
Warwick Allen
Saturday, 20 September 2025

[Verse 1]
My love, o, see my love.
It's feeble, not enough,
Strong in thought, weak in deed,
It is not all you need.
It's all I have. It's true.
My love, it's all for you.

[Chorus]
Through the grief and the pain,
Through loss in place of gain,
Through the valley, dark and long,
My love is my quiet song.

[Verse 2]
My love, my true desire,
You, dear, raise me higher
Than what I could've known
Doing life on my own.
You're who I need, it's true,
I'm better because of you.

[Chorus]
Through the grief and the pain,
Through loss in place of gain,
Through the valley, dark and long,
My love is my quiet song.

[Verse 3]
Sometimes hidden and silent,
My love's never absent,
My love, weak and wanting,
Your needs not meeting.
In my weakness, it's true,
I strive to serve you.

[Chorus]
Through the grief and the pain,
Through loss in place of gain,
Through the valley, dark and long,
My love is my quiet song.

[Verse 4]
One thing you know, my dear,
I'm not going anywhere.
Blessed through all life's strife
By my beautiful wife.
My eyes, they're always true,
My heart, it's just for you.

[Chorus]
Through the grief and the pain,
Through loss in place of gain,
Through the valley, dark and long,
My love is my quiet song.

[Coda]
We, together, two lie;
We, together, have heat.
We on the Lord rely;
Three, then, won't be beat.
We, a cord of three strands;
We, in Him, can stand.

Bruised Reed

Bruised Reed
Warwick Allen
Wednesday, 22 October 2025

[Verse 1]
A hard word to hear.
A hard cross to bear.
A temptation to despair,
And give in to fear.

But, also,
A call to persevere,
And incline your ear,
To rest in His care,
And to fall where

You deeply know
His tender care.

[Chorus 1]
A bruised reed,
He will not break.
A small flame,
He will not quench.
A son freed,
He will not make
Miss the game,
Sit on the bench.

[Verse 2]
A hard road to start on.
A hard slog to carry on.
A temptation: not fight on,
And just to sit down.

But, also,
The fire in you burns on,
Compels you to go on,
To share His passion,
To proclaim His renown.

You do know,
Will make Him known.

[Chorus 2]
Those in need,
He won't forsake.
Who call His name,
He will reply,
“Rivers freed”!
He'll recreate,
Will bring again,
Life to the dry.

[Bridge]
His garden, your catharsis,
In this healing process.
His garden, your catharsis,
In this new-found weakness.
His Spirit, your witness
That, truly, He's got this.

[Verse 3]
Did you not hear,
Yahweh, God forever,
Creator of far and near?
His knowledge, beyond compare.

And, we know,
He gives power where
Young men tire and wear.
But those who wait here,
They'll soar above despair.

So then go,
Rest in His care.

[Chorus 3]
A bruised reed,
He will not break.
A small flame,
He will not quench.
A son freed,
He will not make
Miss the game,
Sit on the bench.

[Coda]
For He, the Lord, your God,
Holds your right hand.

He says, to you, “Fear not”;
He makes you to stand.

He says, to you, “I've got,
For you, a wondrous plan.”

Sure Word

Sure Word
Warwick Allen
Saturday, 17 January 2026

[Refrain]
“His mercy endures forever.”

[Verse 1]
I rest in the arms of my Soul Lover.
He holds me safe, like no other.
The world would crush and smother,
But His promises are my sure cover.

[Chorus 1]
For I am sure
There's naught more sure
Than the sure
Word of my Lord

[Refrain]
“His mercy endures forever.”

[Verse 2]
I rest in the grace of the Law Maker,
For He's also the Law Keeper.
He's the perfect Burden Bearer,
My true and sure Deliverer.

[Chorus 2]
Yes, I am sure
There's naught more sure
Than the sure
Word of my Lord

[Refrain]
“His mercy endures forever.”

[Refrain]
“His mercy endures forever.”

[Verse 3]
I rest in the song of His sweet voice:
In my head and heart, and in starry skies.
His sure and perfect word, my true prize.
In His every word, I rejoice.

[Chorus 3]
For I am sure
There's naught more sure
Than the sure
Word of my Lord

[Refrain]
“His mercy endures forever.”

[Coda]
His word is forever;
it is firmly fixed in heaven.
His faithfulness is for all generations;
He established the earth, and it stands firm.

[Outro]
“His mercy endures forever.”
“His mercy endures forever.”
“His mercy endures forever.”
“His mercy endures forever.”

Prayer

Prayer
Warwick Allen
Sunday, 19 April 2026

[Versicle 1 (Ezekiel 36:26)]
I'll give you a heart that's new;
Put a new spirit in you.

[Response 1]
Turn my heart
Mould my soul
Not just part
But my whole

[Versicle 2 (Isaiah 41:13, 64:8)]
Fear not, for your hand I hold;
You're my clay, for me to mould.

[Response 2]
Cleanse my ear
Win my will
Quell my fear
Make me still

[Versicle 3 (Jeremiah 23:23, 29:13)]
When you seek with all you are,
You will find me, I'm not far.

[Response 3]
Soothe my mind
So I hear
Help me find
You in prayer

[Versicle 4 (John 6:37,44)]
Those whom I call, all will come,
Unless I call, there'd be none.

[Response 4]
Save You draw
I can't seek
You make sure
We will meet

[Versicle 5 (1 Peter 2:9)]
I called you out of darkness,
To my light most marvellous.

[Response 5]
You invite
Summon me
Into light
And I'll see

[Versicle 6 (Psalm 32:8)]
I will teach and I will say,
Here's the path, this is the way.

[Response 6]
In this place
Here You show
What to face
How to go

[Versicle 7 (Psalm 16:11)]
At my right hand is pleasure,
Fullness of joy forever.

[Response 7]
Bathed in light
'Fore Your throne
I delight
I am home

Who Am I That I Should Go?

Who Am I That I Should Go?
Warwick Allen
Tuesday, 21 April 2026

[Refrain]
Set my people free.

[Verse 1]
I cannot go, I am despised.
My lips are uncircumcised.
And my tongue, it's so clumsy.
They won't listen, don't You see?

[Refrain]
I will be with you.
Set my people free.

[Verse 2]
Surely not me, small and weak?
Show it's You, by fleece of sheep.
Wet the fleece and show it's true.
I would go, just if I knew.

[Refrain]
I will be with you.
Set my people free.

[Verse 3]
But, don't You know, I'm too young,
A child with untried tongue.
I do not know how to speak,
My wisdom's poor, words are weak.

[Refrain]
I will be with you.
Set my people free.

[Verse 4]
I'm no son of a prophet,
A herdsman is all you've got,
A fig dresser, nothing more.
What could You use this man for?

[Refrain]
I will be with you.
Set my people free.

[Verse 5]
Depart from me, I'm unclean,
The most sinful man You've seen.
Just an unschooled fisherman—
How can I fulfil Your plan?

[Refrain]
I will be with you.
Set my people free.

[Coda]
He said: go, make disciples
From all lands, from all peoples.
Baptize them, the name is one,
Name of Father, Spirit, Son.
Teach them to know and follow
In the way He said to go.
And behold, He is with us
To the end of the ages.