Friday, April 29, 2011

What Now


What now my King,
what do I bring
when You know every thought.
All mistakes, heartfelt aches
answers I have sought.

What now and where,
and how and who.
Where do I place my feet.
I just don't know
which way to go,
perhaps admit defeat.

but No.
You did not make me so.
What were You thinking when
You wrote the story of my life,
and did it please You then?

I just don't fit into a box.
No real Denomination.
Neither Lord I think do You,
my God of Every Nation.

What now my King,
what do I bring?
for my eyes cannot see.
Then I know,
'Be Still, Let Go.
Rest awhile in Me.'

Elizabeth




Sunday, April 10, 2011

Beloved Lamb Of God


There he hung in place of me.
Scourged and beaten endlessly,
Nailed,
impaled,
Left to die.
Spat upon,
by passers by.
Beloved Lamb of God.

Ransomed on the Sinners Tree,
Crucified that I walk free.
Forgiven,
Risen.
Scarlet dawn.
Sacred blood.
The veil is torn.
Beloved Lamb of God.

One heart, One life, One death, One plan.
The Hand of Grace to every man.
Broken,
Bruised ,
Condemned,
Restored.
Mercy pours ,
through open doors.
Beloved Lamb of God.

No One


No one is No one.
We all have fears.
We all have scarring.
We all have tears,
and,
We all have magic,
just of our own,
waiting to pour,
should we find our way Home.

Elizabeth

Gift


Love is not something we can box,
or channel, or even determine,
it just is.
Flowing from my heart to yours
freely,
gladly,
thankfully.
With no conditions, expectations or strings.
Just warmth.
Be warmed ,
and know that the world is not so evil.
and our God is still good.

Elizabeth

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Philippians 4:8,
‘Finally brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are noble, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report, if there be any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy- meditate on these things.’