You are His……

For Jayden and his family….

You are His……

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Precious child of His alone

Your life intricately and lovingly known

Woven like thread with thread

Nourished daily and spiritually fed

As the skies meet the ocean blue

God’s Son, shines perfect love on you

Every moment of every day

You are His in every way

He made you special, He made you strong

He taught you where you lovingly belong

In His presence, in His hands

It is His ways and His plans

Not ours oh Lord, not our will at all

But Yours alone, is the gentle trusted call

You are held

Through many sighs expelled

You are kept

Through innumerable tears wept

Every drop preserved in bottles by Him

They are precious,  filled to the brim

Overflowing with perfect loving care

By a Saviour who is always there

You are His, His alone

Worth more than any precious stone

His love for you is immeasurably true

For His image reflects beautifully in you

You are His in every way

Every moment of every day

Fears may overtake

In  heavy hearts that ache

And yet through it all again and again

Uncertainty like the falling rain

Abundant imploring calls ascending above

 Surrounding you with a wall of tender love

In those times when it all becomes too hard

And the way is rough and scarred

Your heart will cry out in grief

Yet God is always there, giving perfect loving relief

Before you know what you need

Without any words that plead

Holding and loving you through

Each day anew

As sure as the glorious sun sets

God does not forget

He will keep you under His wings

Sheltering you from the prevailing winds

That hiding place

In His hands, His grace

You are His, His alone

Perfectly and lovingly known

Every moment of every day

You are His, precious in every way……..

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A Little Boys World…..

Happy Fathers Day to all  Dads….

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A Little Boys World…..

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His little hand reaches up high

His curly little head turns up to the sky

Seeking out that reassuring smile

“Come on little man, lets walk for a while”

His Daddy reaches down to meet

A small little hand so sweet

Side by side

Two steps inside one stride

Wandering off, to where only little boys know

That special place only Daddy’s can show…..


Safely Home…

~*~Safely Home~*~

Footsteps echo in the stillness of the morning air

Coats, jackets quietly swishing here and there

Silence, apart from a gentle whisper

All in company for the last earthly journey of a godly sister

A beloved wife and mother

A dear friend to another

Grey clouds cover the sun

A burial of a loved one

The breeze through the trees faintly blows

Gods Spirit and love softly flows

Amongst His saints all around

The Heavenly hosts abound

Can you hear them, can you tell?

And yet we do know them very well

The angels singing in the heavenly realm

Emotions overwhelm

The joyous homecoming of one of Gods own

She is now with Him safely home…….


In His Presence….

For family…… xo

In His Presence….

O Lord, You are my rock, my strength and stay

Help me to reach out to You, each and every day

I walk through these days, filled with a longing heart

I am Yours, You have set apart

The desert stretches out in front of me

I long for the streams of water and Your company

Your boundless sky reaches up to the heavens above

There You are, with Your immeasurable love

My eyes are weary, yet my heart is strong

For You show me where it is that I belong

In Your presence, before Your Throne

It is there, where I am never alone

My heart maybe heavy, yet my burden is light

For You carry me with Your incredible might

My ears may not hear all that You have said

But I know You have walked the path, that I now tread

My eyes may weep from this life of pain

Yet You have wiped them, every time again

You, O Lord, Your presence I seek

For You are strong, and I am weak

I know You will never leave me, for Your promises are true

Hold on to my hand, for I alone, cannot hold onto You….


Guiding Light……..

For my Auntie, Uncle and cousins and their families…….praying for you all unceasingly and may God sustain you through the coming days, weeks and months……xo

Guiding Light…..

Lift up your eyes, lift them high

Look up to the hills and past the heavy mountainous sigh

A light, a light shining there, way above

God’s unmistakable perfect tender love

He will light your path and guide your way

He will carry you when words are too hard to say

He will comfort you when tears freely flow

Taking you from the unfathomable depths below

And placing you in the presence of His holy throne

Where He will hear your inaudible groan

Your lips may not move but He does know

And so He inexhaustibly does show

The tender love He has for you

Promising to sustain you through

This time of uncertainty, heartache and pain

When tears flow like the falling rain

Murmuring lips and glistening eyes

Heavy hearts and sorrowful sighs

He knows it all, beyond and more

For you are His child He does adore

He will hold you and care for you with such perfect love

That nothing will happen without His direction from above

Not even one hair will fall from your head

He will care for you just as He has said

His ways you may not understand at all or ever

Yet you are in His tender loving Hands forever

Hold on to the promises and the words He has spoken

For it is His covenant that cannot be broken

He is your magnificent perfect loving God who came as a perfect man

He is your great High priest that felt the immense pain of Gods plan

He is your powerful Saviour that sympathises from His overflowing heart

For He suffered immeasurably so you may never be apart

“He is your light, your refuge and your salvation

He is your strength in all your tribulation

His goodness He will show to you each day

With His guiding light to show you His way

Take courage for His steadfast love is sure

Wait for the Lord; His mercy shall endure……”

psalm 27 & psalm 121


Resist…..

This is a poem I put together for the Women’s League Magazine. The magazine topic for this latest edition was Reformation. I was asked to write a poem in reference to this. Considering the magazine’s readership is women I hoped to write about Huguenot women.  This poem is based on the life of Marie Durand, a prisoner of conscience, she spent 38 years, from the age of fifteen, in the Tower of Constance, a jail which held women. To be released the women had to recant their faith. For Marie Durand this was not an option and so she spent her years reading, praying, singing and administering love to her fellow prisoners. She also spent a lot of time writing appeals to those in authority at that time. An inspirational story worthy of recognition…..

RESIST

 

River flowing crimson red

Bodies were slain and blood was shed

The torment, the pain, the wicked plans

By the demonically inspired hands of man

Evil reigned through torture and hate

All those that loved God; eradicate

Recant their faith in God our Lord

To escape the wicked ones bloody sword

Not an option, not a thought

The price was too high, she cannot be bought

Her love for God instilled by Him

Was carried heavenward in every psalm and hymn

Her mother was taken from her life

At 15 years old she became a wife

Her father sort her protection this way

Yet he and her husband arrested the same day

Her brother, the Pastor, remained in hiding still

So she too, was taken against her will

A prisoner of conscience she became

All for resisting and protecting Gods name

She was brought to the tower, dark and grey

The Tower of Constance where many other women lay

Desperately clinging to the faintest of hope

Yet many had slid down that slippery slope

The pain, the loneliness, the grief and tears

Shed for the unforgiving endless years

How much more could they endure

Before that key unlocked the heavy prison door

Humid and hot, damp and cold

The season’s came and went, untold

Yet the day she arrived the sun did shine

Her warmth and love gloriously divine

A ray of sunshine she did bring

Through all the hymns she did sing

She nursed the sick and prayed with the dying

She prayed for them daily and comforted the sighing

She wrote letters to officials and the truth she fought

The privilege of fresh air she brought

The most coveted possession she did acquire

Was a Psalter book that filled their hearts desire

Family members would visit the outside of the tower and call out

Hoping to hear their loved ones shout

That they were alive, they were still there

But mostly they came to share

Their love for God through songs of praise

The voices of the imprisoned, ablaze

Singing loud and clear

All that they held dear

Angelic voices ascending

Faithfully with a will unbending

Of their love for God and that He will endure

Their life in His hands was perfectly secure

They lived in the most trying time

When loving God was the unforgivable crime

No sign of change, this unbearable existence

Endless suffering and enduring resistance

All the reasons to give up and die

Yet she fought on as another year went by

She fought for the crown rights of Christ our Lord

Praying for a life outside restored

Thirty-eight years she continued on

Lifting spirits with psalm and song

Until one day a visit was made

By the Governor who she had managed to persuade

Through her letter writing and correspondence sought

He was visibly distraught

At what he saw

The key never again locked that door

Freedom came at a price for Marie Durand

No family, loved ones or home or land

Yet God provided for her as He had all along

For another eleven years amongst His earthly throng

He then called her to His heavenly home

Where she is singing His praises around His glorious throne

His own He protected in amazing ways

Their resolve in such adversity, to Him be the praise

In the Tower of Constance in the concrete floor

An engraving does implore

One word does read and insist….

Resist

A stark reminder for us today

That the Christian liberties of worship and to pray,

To love our God and read His Word

Many endured pain and atrocities unheard

For this freedom we live in may we never forget

That God holds His own through every threat

He bought us through the blood of His Son

His work is done

Perfect, divine and glorious is His ways

Through all the imperfection of our earthly days


Tender Hands…..

With Mothers Day just been this past weekend it caused me to think about grandmothers and how much influence they have in the lives of their grandchildren. I was blessed with two grandmothers. One I had the privilege of sharing 35 beautiful years. The other, sadly, I never knew as she passed away a couple of months before I was born, yet I still feel I know her through the stories relatives have shared. One thing that both grandmothers had in common was the love they shared with their family. This poem is an actual recount of the last day I spent with my grandmother on this earth. I visited her with Mason, my son, who was 5 months old. This precious time I spent with her and him together was God-given. The tender smiles they exchanged between the two of them is something I treasure. We knew her earthly body was fading away, she entered into eternal glory the following day.

For all the grandmothers out there, treasure your grandchildren, your tender hands are always needed….

Tender Hands….

~*~*~*~

She lay peacefully between the crisp white sheets,

Eyes closed, her hands resting beside her cheeks.

Soft grey curls lay gently on her pillow,

A breeze whispers, the cream lacy curtains lightly billow.

Her Bible rests on the nightstand, tattered and torn,

Photographs on the walls are beautifully worn.

Fragrance of flowers, from her garden, fill the air,

In the corner, sits her favourite chair,

The wool in her knitting basket, overflows,

Just like her love, she so easily shows…..

I quietly reach out, touching her fingers,

Oh, how thick the air is, as my childhood lingers.

Her hands, warm and soft to touch.

These hands that have loved so much,

Will forever be holding her husband’s down the aisle,

And caressing the cheek, for a newborns first smile.

The numerous tears she helped wipe away,

Many more times they were folded to pray.

Lovingly kneading the sweetest dough,

Patiently teaching her grandchildren, how to sew.

Turning the pages of her Bible, each day,

Trusting all, that God has to say.

Learning from Him and His tender Hands,

She showed us clearly, He always understands…..

Slowly, she opens her eyes and smiles,

Despite all her bodily earthly trials.

What a delight, what a blessing,

Her tender hand reaches out and starts caressing

The hand of a baby; a great-grandson,

Her work on this earth is not yet done.

These precious tender hands that are reaching out,

Is what true love is all about,

Worn and wrinkled,

Soiled and crinkled,

Beautifully weathered by God above,

For He showered her with His grace…..His love


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