Still small voice

04.10.10

In the Wind I am not,
In the earthquake I am not,
I am found in the still small voice.

In anger I am not,
In thunder I am not,
I am found in the still small voice.

In religion I am not,
In Busyness I am not,
I am found in the still small voice.

In the graveyard I am not,
In material possession I am not,
I am found in the still small voice.

In prosperity I am not,
In power I am not,
I am found in the still small voice.

In earthly pleasures I am not,
In hard work I am not,
I am found in the still small voice.

When all is quiet and all is still,
When all is calm and attentive,
Here I speak.

I whisper into the still, silent heart,
The heart that is ready to receive my wisdom.

I am found in the still small voice.

I am so thankful to God because he has given me back one of my greatest loves. For 6 months I have had no voice and no ability to sing, but now I am blessed because a song has returned to my voice. My speech therapist discovered that even though I cannot talk right now miraculously I can sing. God has taken my speaking, he has taken my job but he has left me my singing, my ability to worship through song. My God promised he would return my song to me and he has kept his promise; so I rejoice. After not singing for 6 months I am able to sing with the congregation, praise God! Now it is my responsibility to ensure I offer my voice as a sacrifice to God, he has given me a gift and all glory must be given to Him.

written: 27.09.10

You are a God of hope,
A God of certainty,
A God of promise,
You Lord have blessed me beyond comprehension.
Your have kept your word to me.
What a gift I have found in your promise,
A radiant beauty in your grace.

I rejoice over you my Lord for you have placed a song in my heart and a melody on my lips.
You Lord have restored my gift,
Renewed my voice,
Strengthened my worship.

You Lord hold all in your mighty hands,
You paint my future with your meticulous eye,
You guide me with your everlasting light.
In times of trouble you are my strength,
In danger you are my refuge,
In brokenness you are my healing.

My Lord,
My God,
My Saviour.
Your resurrection power has lifted me,
Has gifted me,
Has blessed me beyond all human knowledge.

My Lord,
My God,
My Saviour,
May my voice be a sacrifice of praise to you alone,
Take my song,
Accept my offering,
Let it be for you alone.

For you.
In you.
And by you.
Belonging to you.

heaven's gift

Written for the dear lady next door who lifted my sisters and I over the fence and took care of us.

03.09.2010

The melodic singing of angels resonates in my ear,
Here every joy I felt on earth is infinitely intensified and eternally present,
The grass is greener, the sky is clearer and the flowers stand with pride as I gaze at their immeasurable beauty,
The air is filled with a hopefulness I cannot explain and the grace which is so sparse on earth is ever flowing.

Here in this place nothing concerns me for I am loved like never before,
Here I experience freedom none of humanity can ever bestow,
I have never felt a peace quite like this,
My sprit is light and my body is new,
My face is aglow with awe and wonder,
And my eyes reflect the joy in my heart.

Do not get me wrong,
My life has been wonderful,
The people I’ve loved,
The things I’ve seen
The happiness I’ve felt,
These are memories I hold so dear,
But this, this is like nothing I’ve ever known,
This I cannot describe even to those who know me best,
This is beyond comprehension,
This is a gift given from the kindest of hearts to the humblest of men.

i do not understand

This I wrote after a long conversation with a friend who asked a question we all struggle with at times. If God exists and loves us as much as people say he does, then how is there so much evil in the world and why does he allow natural disasters to occur? I cannot pretend to know the answer to this question I’m sure that only God himself knows this. But I do know that God works in so many ways we do not see and cannot understand, God knows the bigger picture and knows how to reach his goal. He does not ask us to understand all that happens, he does ask us to be content with the evil in the world but he does ask us to trust him because only he knows the master plan and how to make it come about.

written: 22.08.2010

I do not understand your ways oh Lord,
Your Father heart I cannot comprehend.

I do not know why the child is alone Lord or why the mother weeps for her babe.
I do not know why his father left, or why he never calls.
I know not why he pulled the trigger or how she could steal the life of her child.
I’ll never understand the corruption in government or why I have everything and they have nothing.
I cannot know why the volcano erupted or why the sea devoured the earth.
I cannot fathom why they made a bomb or why we went to war.
I know not why she is old and sick or whey he can no longer walk.


I know none of your ways my Lord,
Why you allow such pain.
But what I know for certain is that your plan is good,
Is hopeful,
Is true.
I know you see the entire puzzle whilst I see just one piece.
You know the entire universe whilst I do not know half of the world in which I live.
You protect us from evilness we do not even know exists.

I do not know your path oh Lord,
I know not where you have been,
I cannot see all you have done or hear all that you say.
I do not understand how this all works together or why it had to happen this way.
But what I understand least of all is how you could trust us with your precious creation knowing we would mess it up.

I understand not your ways oh Lord,
But I know that you are good and you hold it all in the palm of your hands.
I know that my faith is in you oh Lord,
My hope is in He who is greater than I,
Because I know not the future,
I know not how things work or what is happening within the universe,
But you Lord see all of creation,
You know where we are, where we’ve been and where we are headed.
Only you Lord know how and why it all works so incredibly.

What if God does?

This was another of those poems which I had floating around my head for months before I could write it. On holiday one August I met a girl who reminded me of all the young girls I work with, she reminded me of the fears that we women hold deep within our soul. Following the holiday I attempted to write this poem but I just couldn’t get it right. Once again I sat with a small group of Godly girls who poured out the fears of their heart, all asking ‘What if God doesn’t give me the things I so desperately hope for?’ In my heart I kept asking ‘But what if He does?’ I couldn’t find the words to express these feelings at the time, but just a few days later on a windy November morning the words stumbled out of my heart and into this poem.

I pray that the themes you see in this poem, the themes that have invaded my heart for so long and the battle I myself fight daily will be something the reader will strive for in their own lives. I know the fears we girls hide away but I am certain God has bigger plans for us, we have a habit of settling for second best, of not realising how much we are worth and this is such an injustice! Proverbs 31 tells us that we are far more precious than rubies. I truly believe that when we see ourselves through Gods eyes, if we learn to respect ourselves, then we unleash more greatness and blessings on our life than we can even imagine. This is so hard for us to understand Sometimes. I believe it’s a battle we face each and every day, satan’s job is to steal kill and destroy an he does it daily by stripping women of their dignity and their hope. Daily we must denounce satan, unchain the hold he has on our hearts and open ourselves to receive the blessing that can only come from God.
May you receive his peace, his blessings and his love.

written: 14.11.09

We’re surrounded by questions,
Questions pulsating from a fearful heart,
Questions embedded so deep they leave a scare as they vault from the trembling soul,
Questions which cause the mind to stumble and the body to shudder,
Questions that blur the future and drive a girl crazy with anxiety.

What if God doesn’t release my dreams?
What if I never reach my potential?
What if God doesn’t forgive me?
What if my prince never shows up?

What if I’m wasting my life on dreams so far in the distance I can barely see them?

What if God doesn’t exist?

But sometimes I wonder…
how the world would change, if people ceased to ask
‘what if God doesn’t?’
and began to ask ‘what if he does?’

What if life is beautiful?
What if God does give you the true desires of your heart?
What if God does want to bless you?
What if your prince is just waiting to be told when?

What if the reason you can’t see your dreams in the distance is because God has bigger and better dreams he’s just waiting to bless you with?

If we could only choose to ask these questions instead,
If we could fight the temptation to limit ourselves,
If we could encourage one another to strive for life in all its fullness
And support each other when times are hard.

What a difference we’d see!

The world would be filled with women striving for greatness,
Women who don’t settle for second best,
Women who shine the love of God with every footstep they take,
Women who inspire others to reach for their God given potential,
Women more beautiful than words can describe,
Women worth far more than rubies.

Please don't close your heart to me

I wrote this at the launch of our church year of reconcilliation. We felt God calling us to embark in this year, to heal relationships with God and one another, to forgive those who have hurt us (including ourselves) and to rebuild unity. We launched the year with a weekend of prayer where we held a mulititude of prayer meetings in mabny different forms, one of these events was a meditation lead by Phil, this was a wodnerful time of prayer and a common line he used was 'but please dont close your heart to me'. This line spoke to me, i felt there was something important in this phrase and later that evening i sat in prayer writing this poem. This is one i havent yet shared with anyone although i maybe should have, its written for my church showing how unforgiveness only creates a blockage between us and God, it does not hurt those who have hurt us, it simply makes our life harder to live, we must let go and chose to forgive otherwise our heart is slowly closed off to God with all the barriers we have put up.

Written: 24.01.2010

Don’t close your heart to me

They may have abused you, I know my child, but please don’t close your heart to me.
The may have hurt you, I know my child, but please don’t close your heart to me.
They may have stolen your youth, I know my child, but please don’t close your heart to me.
They may have attacked your spirit and damaged your soul, I know my child, but please don’t close your heart to me.
They may have lied to you, I know my child, but please don’t close your heart to me.
They may have made you weary, I know my child, but please don’t close your heart to me.

Listen my child,
rest in me,
allow me to heal your heart,
allow my touch to renew you.

I know your fears my child, but please don’t run away from me.
I know your weak my child, but please hold on a little longer.
I know your desperate my child, but let me be your hope.
Keep the faith my child, for it is faith that will bring you through.
All things are possible through me my child, and all things work for my gain.

Forgive the past my child, do not let it consume you any longer.
Don’t let them control your thoughts my child, fix your eyes on me.
Think about what is righteous my child; this shall be your guide.

The hurt will linger child, but let the wound be evidence of your growth,
A reminder of my redeeming works my child,
The works that healed you,
the words that soothed you,
the love that warmed you.

Listen my child, the time for forgiveness is here.
The time for unity is upon us.
Turn from your wicked ways and hear my heart for you.

I know its hard my child,
but please, don’t close your heart to me.

In heaven we shall meet once more

This poem was written for a friend as she prepared to move to Syria with her young family, we had only know them a short while but God was moving them on to other places and adventures. There have been many times in my life when I meet someone, we become friends and then for whatever reason we must part, I know that I may never see these people again on earth but have complete assurance that I will see them some day in heaven. I love having this knowledge, it means that as long as we share a common faith no goodbye is ever really goodbye and someday we shall stand in eternity before the King.

written: 08.07.2009

Sometimes God brings people into our lives only for a season,
We laugh with them, we become friends and God shows us something of himself in each person,
We connect because our hearts are connected through one greater than ourselves.

But then God takes them away.

We dislike when He does this,
We wonder how God can cause someone to touch our lives so tenderly and then disappear forever,
But there is one comfort we hold in our heart;
The knowledge of eternity.

We have the full assurance that someday we will meet in Heaven,
Because of our faith in our Lord Jesus Christ we stand firm in this;
That all those people we ever cared for and share our faith with will stand by us in glory,
We shall bow before the King beside those we hold in our heart,
Though the seasons apart may feel long and weary the season of tomorrow will last forever.

So we say goodbye to those we hold knowing that this season may be hard,
But we look forward to the coming times where our King alone shall reign,
Where love and hope are above all and compassion never fails,
In those days we shall not hurt, we shall not fear or cry,
And in those days, we once again shall meet those people who touched our lives if only for a season.

We say goodbye knowing not what will come,
But knowing there is a bigger plan,
And knowing we may say to each other - in heaven we shall meet once more.