Saturday, July 31, 2010


You and I have traveled far,
been here a thousand times.
Wondering what lies ahead
those mountains yet to climb.
Gazing at the moon and stars,
yearning just for Home.
Then You come
to touch my heart
and I am not alone.

Have I not always been there,
From the very start.
So it was, and so it is
listen to your heart.
One day at a time child,
A little at a time
Walk by Faith
Walk in Love,
and always

Those mountains are just hills you know,
see all the lakes and streams.
Wonder waiting to behold,
Blessings, Hopes and dreams.
Be Still, and know that I am God
My Promises hold true.
The One who lit the moon and stars,
Will Light the Way for you.


Monday, July 26, 2010


I met a Man who told me,
‘I will always hold your hand.’
One to so depend on,
always understands.
He tells me that He Loves me,
in all that I can be.
Tho’ at times I break His Heart
still stands, to fight for me.
Nothing I can ever do
will keep Him from my side,
and one day He is coming back,
to claim His Precious Bride.


Romans 8:38-39,
'For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,
Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to seperate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.'

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Only The Holy

‘Only the Holy’,
Lord, such a cry.
T’was not for the Holy,
Your Son came to die.
Not for the perfect,
but Sinners like me.
Nailed to a Cross
so that I might walk free.

‘Only the Holy’,
Not one ......You said.
For the wretched, unworthy,
my Jesus bled.
The humbled dependant,
needing God every day.
Only the broken,
have hearts that can pray.

‘Only the Holy’,
Lord save me from that.
I don’t fit the mold,
and I don’t wear that hat.
I so need my Savior,
to bathe me in Grace,
and pray for ‘the Holy,’
to find Your Embrace.


1 Corinthians 13;3,
‘And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and although I have given my body to be burned, and have not Charity, it profited me nothing’

I Love You

Dear Jesus,
I Love You,
straight from my heart.
Just as I am
waiting to start,
every tomorrow
and every today,
climbing the mountains
life puts in the way.

Dear Jesus,
I Love You,
The core of my soul.
Quietly molding
making me whole.
my Sword and my Shield.
You are my Savior,
Forever, to yield.

Dear Jesus,
I Love You,
unworthy and flawed,
ever indebted
to One I adore.
Counting my blessings,
Thank You my King,
for all of the wonder
You constantly bring.
Forever Your servant
Forever Your lamb,
From my heart to Yours Lord
All that I am.


Friday, July 16, 2010


between the hairline cracks
of powdered concrete and discarded wrappings,
the smallest daisy
pushes up to the sun.

Nothing grand,
or spectacular,
Just believing,
it can be done.

The soft morning dew will come.
and there is still a place,
for flowers.



1 Philippians 4:8,
‘whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.’

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Here I am again, my King,
and there You are outpoured.
Lost within Your Holiness,
so worshipped and adored.

Shimmering so quietly,
Glowing, none the less.
Spirit filled, and gently held.
In You, I am Blessed.

Daily I discover,
how much I need Your Love.
Daily falling so far short,
unworthy of Your blood.

Even so, You Love me,
and even so I yearn.
To live, as You would have me live.
With so much yet to learn.

One thing I am sure of,
so led to come to You.
Holding on, becoming strong,
the Source of all I do.

I was born to love You Lord,
and live to see Your face.
The air I breathe, to You I cleave.
Complete in Your Embrace.

So here I am, an open book,
for all the world to know.
With all my imperfections,
my God still loves me so.

Holding out my trembling heart,
In Faith, that others see.
The Gentle hands of Jesus,
are holding on to me.


Sunday, July 11, 2010

Sharing The Moon

We share the same moon you and I.
So perfectly strung way up high.
Oceans apart,
ever close in my heart,
I will hold you again by and by.

My first born, all grown and a man.
Working all hours you can.
A child and a wife.
Bills to pay, such is life,
but know that our Lord has a plan.

Such a long time ago since I saw you.
Are you happy my son far away?
I long just to cuddle my grandson,
and wonder what words he will say.

But more, even more than that baby,
my baby, I so yearn to see.
So I keep you in prayer,
in my heart, ever there.
When I’m old,
maybe then,
you’ll hold me.

Look up at the heavens and know,
some things will always be so.
A mother, her son,
Gods Precious One,
and The Moon,
shining Love,
so aglow.


for Jaime, with love. x

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Thank You

Someone told me thank you,
but thank the Lord on high.
I really didn’t do that much,
but hear His Voice draw nigh.

Another said, ‘you help me
by the words you love to write',
but don’t you know,
It isn’t me,
but God who shines The Light.

and anyone can hear Him.
I do believe it so.
Knock and the door is opened,
with all His Heart,
to know.

A Love beyond all others.
Peace, when there is none.
Source of strength, source of joy,
there for everyone.

'Lo, I am always with you.'
The beginning and the end.
Comforter . Provider.
Advocate and friend.

and some one said 'Lord Help me,
I cannot walk alone.
Carry me Sweet Jesus.'
So lost and far from home.

'Take my heart and use me,
any way You can.
All I have, is all in You,
Father, here I am.'

So when I hear a thank you,
My heart is truly blessed.
All I do is Love my God
and He,
does all the rest.

Revelations 3:20,
‘Behold I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come into him, and will sup with him, and he with me.’

---------------------- thank You Jesus.


Thursday, July 1, 2010


How beautiful this Golden Morn.
Summer brushstrokes painting dawn.
Pastel pinks and hues of blue,
and tiny pearls of shimmered dew.

All the world is still, in awe,
as for a moment Heavens door
Alights the sun.

Gently rising, rays of Grace.
Blessing all to see Gods Face.
His Glory, Love,
His Heart, His Hands,
Unfolding life across the land.

Stirring sleeping birds to sing,
Hosanna to the King of Kings.
How wonderfully this day is birthed
Heaven sprinkled on the Earth.

and God, who smiles, and breathes a breeze.
Whispers love songs through the trees.
Perfumes blossoms, glitters streams,
Paints His World with Hopes and Dreams.
Despite our will, despite our way,
Gives His All, to bless each day.