Poetry by Andrew Host
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Faultless In The Eyes of God - a lament about falling back into the same sin over and over again
Jesus Came To Earth - this started out as verse for a Christmas card, but it quickly went beyond that.
Forgiven - still on the theme of repeated sin. This poem tries to counter the lie that God is storing a list of your sins so that he can accuse you of them.
I Want To Love You - my desperation to be on fire for God.
New Start - time to start anew with passion for God.
The Worst of Days - Julie had died, but our 20th wedding anniversary was approaching and it looked like it was going to hit me like a severe tropical cyclone.
Only Love Goes On - the first time I'd begun composing a poem in my sleep. My niece Jacqueline wrote music to go with these words, and she and her sisters performed the song at the wedding of Ros and me.
Grandma - my grandmother turned 97 and I wrote a poem to celebrate.
Daniel the Teenager - thirteen is a significant birthday. My son became a teenager, and this is the poem I wrote for his birthday.
I Need You - a love poem to Roslyn, written three months after marrying her.
Honeymoon Day - seven months into our marriage and I'm more in love than ever.
Contentment - revelling in beautiful, physical love.
A Futile Lament - I was feeling like my Christianity was a fraud.
How Long? - still on the theme of lukewarm Christianity, and wondering how long God will put up with it.
This Time I've Been Given Time - Roslyn was dying after a four year valiant and determined battle against ovarian cancer. But as her health started to seriously decline, I was already beginning to grieve.
The Joy of the Physical - five weeks after Roslyn's death, and so missing her physical touch.
Loving Touch Has Gone Away - starved for physical affection and so tired of pretending that I'm okay.