re-publish from six years ago

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This piece was written 6 years ago here:  Unchanging….after the 2010 elections. The words are just as apt for today, after the 2016 Federal Elections

Unchanging…..

In this day and age of uncertainty,

Man depends on man for security.

Much changes

In the ages.

Seasons come, seasons go,

Earthly life does ebb and flow.

From giving birth,

To leaving this earth,

From worldly gain,

To human pain.

The slow death of these earthly grounds,

Its aging utters groaning sounds.

As this earth grows old,

Men are becoming increasingly bold,

Of self-sufficiency; no need to depend,

Not needing God, is the ultimate end.

Men come, men go,

The unrelenting changes of life’s flow.

It makes you breathless

With the ability to leave you anxious.

Seeking for what is unchanging,

Looking for what is enduring.

How precious it is to know of the One,

In this earthly life of the dulling sun.

How sweet it is our refuge we find

Where we can leave all this changing behind.

For in Him we have complete security,

In His promises we have firm stability.

His power, His wisdom, His justice, His truth,

His love He has shown since the earth’s youth.

Never changing,

Never ending,

Everlasting love,

Reigning from heaven above.

In full control of all things,

Quieting of the soul this brings.

Knowing that nothing happens unforeseen,

In what is to come or has been.

As we walk on this temporary earthly abode,

We take comfort in the unchanging love God has bestowed,

On His children here on earth everyday,

Relieving them of utter dismay.

How dear it is for us to know

He patiently and graciously does show…

That He is the same from eternity past

And so….in future eternity He will perfectly last…


He Knows….

love and prayers for the many loved ones we know, who are faced with sickness and pain

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He Knows

God knows you, He knows you today
He knows, for He also knew you yesterday
He knows you tomorrow and forever more
He knew you longer then forever before
Before the world began,
Already then you were in His loving plan
He knew then and had your life set out
Knowing you will be facing times of difficulty and doubt
These times of sickness, tears and pain
With the knowledge that your trust in Him, may wonder and wane
He knows, He cares
He is there
He is sustaining you though all the many ascending prayers
His protection, His help, His love and care, as everyday before
Will carry you in this broken world of bodily war
He made you, you are His child, the one He calls His own
Knitted perfectly together to ultimately sit before His throne
He made you and gave you the life you lead
Blessed you with love, faith and family
He has always showered you daily from above
And provided you with His grace and perfect love
In the uncertain days of tomorrow, this will not sever
It can never change, for He promises this forever
For He knows you, He knows you today
And He will know you tomorrow, in exactly the same way
For you are His beloved, His well-favoured treasure
Whom He graciously delights, in loving with perfect measure


A Love Already There

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“Happy Mothers Day”

A LOVE ALREADY THERE

Every year I get asked in the same way,

“What would you like for Mothers Day?”

Each year my answer never changes,

“Good kids and happy little faces.”

Their eyes roll and they shake their head,

“Really Mum, that’s how we always get out of bed.

How about something different, something sweet,

Something that is really a little treat.”

Each time I just smiled, I really understood,

‘Cos I remembered my own childhood,

I loved the day of sharing in my Mothers love,

A love that was sent from God above,

Showing her especially then,

And each year again,

That she meant the world,

Growing up being her little girl,

Now a Mum all of my own,

I see the faces and anticipation well known,

The eagerness of their love to give,

In the God given life they live,

A time to deliberately share,

The love that is seen and already there.

From mother to child and child to mother,

A beautiful day to celebrate that love for each other.


The Cry of the Heart

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The cry of the heart

Our hearts cry, it cries deep from within
From within a life full of sin
It cries out in words unspoken
For a world that is sinful and broken
It sobs, it wrestles, it seeks to understand
Searching for a trace of our Gods loving Hand
Looking for anything to make sense of it all
Whispering in sorrowful heavenly calls
Our hearts cry, it cries deep from within
At the revelation of the depth our own deepest sin
The finger points furthest into the heart of our own
Where sin is planted and deeply sown
And it cries much, for what keeps us away
From our God who asks us to love Him, His way
A way that we find hard to keep
And so our heart does cry and weep
Yet God loves us through our sinful grief
And perfectly directs His immeasurable relief
His patience is long-suffering and His love is more
As He comforts our hearts just like before
Each day He is there, doing the same
Loving and caring though our own guilt and shame
And yet our heart cries, it cries from the depth of our soul
The deepest cry that only our God can console
That cry only our God can calm
A cry that only subsides in a heavenly Palm
A Palm that carries truth and love
With justice and mercy from heaven above
For His will is done, His might is known
His love is immeasurable for us, His own
His own He calls, ‘beloved and mine,’
Through a perfect Being, His Son, divine.


It Happens Then…..

This was written 4 years ago and with much that is happening amongst our friends and each other’s families at present I thought it might be nice to read the comfort of these words again. God bless Xx

Coleliz ~*Cherished Reflections*~

Psalm 130:1 “Out of the depths I have cried to You, O Lord;”

For the much sadness that has affected the lives of many in the past few days…..May God constantly turn your face until you see His face as clear as the sun.

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It Happens Then….

What happens when your life has become too hard to face

And God appears to be withholding His grace

What happens when you feel so alone

When its too hard to see God calling you His own

What happens when you know the truth of it all

Yet you can’t hear God answer when you call

What happens when praying is all too hard

When you look at your life that has been horribly scarred

What happens when you don’t feel a thing

When you should feel like a prince ‘cos God’s your King

What happens when all you can do is…

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This Soldier, A Man…..

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= Anzac Day 2016 =

This Soldier, A Man

The moist air and the night sky lightening from dark
Morning promises with the distant call of a mudlark
Clouds covering the moon, people quietly walking along
Rain sprinkles lightly on this pre-dawn throng
Dampness is etched on faces all around
Murmuring is heard from gentle calm whispering sounds
Standing, waiting, patiently and still
In this peaceful life, where we so easily do, as we will
There a soldier stands amongst the crowd
In his neatly pressed uniform and shiny boots that allowed
A presence, an honour given and rightfully so
But really how much is real and how much is it show
For in the distance, in a another land not too far away
Sits a soldier in the dim light of the ending of another day
His uniform dirty, bloodied and crumpled even more
His boots covered in dried mud from days of war
Exhausted and spent with weary arms and legs
He lifts his canteen to his mouth for the last watery dregs
He is tired, tireder then he ever imagined he could be
Closing his eyes he wishes away the hideous strong memories
His shoulders slump, his hands carrying the weight of his head
A shiver courses through his body, and his mind fills with dread
He is a soldier trained to deal with wartime messes
Of combat and battles and strategies, assesses
Sees with eyes, a life that one should never see
A magnitude that comprehension unceasingly does flee
And so, what day is it, what month or year?
What time, what place, is he really here?
A lifetime ago and a few days more
He was living a life that was not someone else’s war
Walking in rain and hearing birds sing
Instead now treading through the heat, dust and hearing bullets ring
Awake in the dark with the risk of ‘sleeping’ in the day
Not much rest for this soldiers minds raceway
A mind filled with horror and atrocities no one else should see
Living a life that shouldn’t and couldn’t be
To make sense of it, is not possible to do
And so each day continues with nothing anew
So, how does the wars of man leave a mind unscarred?
And how does it leave the life of a soldier unmarred?
It doesn’t, it comes with its casualties of mind, body and soul
And the neatly pressed uniform hides the truth to behold
The mental anguish and mind games remain
And the shiny black boots reflect this permanent pain
The toll is huge, and its grief unmeasured
For a previous life lived, uncomplicated and treasured
With spirits broken and body’s torn and bent
Returning a different person that was sent
From fighting a battle only evil began
This soldier, a war, this life of a man


A Love like no Other

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A Love like no Other
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It’s not easy to understand this true story of old
The one about our Saviour who was denied and sold
Nailed to the cross and abandoned by His own
Shunned and questioned and left all alone
Too often we fail to see the depth of the truth
The magnitude of the pain and the torment by the uncouth
The accusations with no merit and the lies upon lies
To destroy this Man that came to save our lives
Flogged and beaten, tormented and shamed
Spat on, accused, ridiculed with earthly fame
On a donkey He rode, He wore a crown of thorns
And the suffering He endured in horrid forms
For a desperate thirty pieces of silver and more
He wept and hurt to His very core
Betrayed
By those who He came to save
To save them from their own sins and lives of pain
To elevate them to lustrous heavenly fame
Reconcile, redemption, to a reinstated position
All through the agony of this requisition
His perfect obedience was shown
For into the depths of hell, no God, all alone
His life was not taken, He deliberately gave it up
And received the punishment from the deadly bitter cup
The punishment for our sins that runs so deep
Which grows bigger each day, heap by heap
It is the undeserving truth, of this story of old
Our greatest Friend, whose sufferings were foretold
Who understands our hurts deeper than we could ever know
For He has walked the painful earthly paths and knows the grief it does bestow
From the sinfulness of life and the pain it delivers
He has waded through the depth of these raging rivers
All the while, obedient, knowing His faithful Father above
Was delivering His perfect measure of precious love
A love like no other with a deeper meaning of old
His story of suffering is ours to behold
For He knows intricately our heartfelt cries
He himself shares in our silent, heavy, unending painful sighs
For always, for now and for eternity to come
He is Our Saviour, our truest Friend…..Gods only Son


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