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The Gospel

The Gospel

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A lyrical meditation on faith, love, and the spaces between

Chris Vobe’s The Gospel is a deeply moving cycle of interconnected lyrics, presented for the first time as a standalone Kindle edition. This original work invites readers into a quiet, powerful exploration of belief, distance, and the longing for redemption.

At the heart of The Gospel lie the poignant pieces Conversations with God, Ascension, and the stunning Amor—each contributing to a cohesive and immersive reflection on life, death, and divine connection. With language that is both sincere and resonant, Vobe’s writing offers moments of startling beauty that linger long after the final line.

Let The Gospel draw you into its lyrical world—one where questions of faith unfold in whispers, and even myths have meaning.

Available now on Kindle.

Excerpt from the book

A river winds

Around the neck of time

The reeds and the memories

The fables and rhymes

I’ve been thinking about my first devotion

Aged nineteen, I pledged my love

And I’ve been looking back with mixed emotions

A prairie rose

A velvet glove

I carried a fist of good fortune with me

I came to learn longing’s just

Love after dark

That faith is a kind of trial and error

Fledgling prayers

From wary hearts

Hear me now, one last exchange

My final supplication

There’s no such thing as safe surrender

Just echoes of imagination

The world turns on a promise

Of quiet fields, forgotten trenches

Songs where stringless violins once played

A last kiss wrest from your defences

We’re cowed by the sting of sirens

Fallen leaves on listless streams

Rising tides and rolling hemispheres

Staccato signals, frenzied dreams

Kettle drums and choral voices

Crumbling glaciers, melting floes

The Earth plays out a symphony

Until the evening sky turns rose

Hear me now, one last exchange

My final supplication

There’s no such thing as safe surrender

Just echoes of imagination

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