Christmas

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Your plan for man
Brought you down to earth
To an unmarried mother
At the wrong end of town,
Heaven’s great light
Born in darkness of night
To a time and a place
We know not why.
A Christmas gift
Turned the world on its head,
A gift of life, a gift of love
As God-above
Became man below,
Knew grief, knew sorrow,
Walked the walk of shame
To the cross of pain,
To see the plan through;
Born for me, born for you.

(c) wordz2Go 25th December 2018

 

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Lifter of my Head

You have rescued me
From grief and despair,
Creating oases of peace 
Where I shamelessly languished 
Under your protection,
Shielding me from pressure.
I needed time, 
You created it for me,
Lovingly carrying me
Through the empty valley
Once filled by my mother and sister –
You are the lifter of my head.

(c) wordz2Go July 2018

Psalm 3:3 ESV
“But you, O Lord, are a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter of my head.”

Rivers in the Sky

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Fill us with your spirit,
Enlighten us
To discern your will
For our lives,
Show us what to do
To be true to you.

Shut out distractions,
Focus our minds
On your immense love
Constantly pouring
Over us from on high;
Rivers in the sky.

Teach us to float
In this living stream,
To be weightless
Though weighed down,
To trust in You
As You want us to.

Revelation 22 (NLT)
“… a river with the water of life, clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God … “

Intricacy

I am wife and mother,
Sister, lover,
Daughter, teacher,
Aunty, dreamer,
Cousin, niece and friend.
All these a different me –
A complex personality.

I am wonderfully
And fearfully made;
My designer, the writer
Of my unique story,
Knit me into being,
Stamping me with his mark:
I am his and he is mine.

I am many names
Yet he knows all.
None can separate us,
He knows me inside out,
Knows the mistakes I will make
Yet takes me as I am –
A woman of intricacy.

(c) wordz2Go July 2018

Psalm 139:13-14
“For you created my inmost being;
  you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.”

Transforming

Feet on earth
Head in heaven –
Life suspended between.
Time transfusion
Between two worlds –
Sustained by force unseen.
Everlasting arms
Holding fast –
Anchor in the storm;
You can let go,
You cannot fall –
Now is the time to transform.
Angel wings
‘most fully grown –
Prepares to fly the nest,
He cannot stay
For very long –
God calls him to rest.

(c) wordz2Go July 2018

My nephew’s son Thomas has a terminal genetic condition, ALD. He is just 8 years old and is slowly slipping further away from us.

Hope

Two years tomorrow, here’s a special just for you Mam 😘 💕

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We miss you more, not less,
As time rolls by
And while you fly
The vastness of heaven,
Weaving iridescent colours
Amongst grey skies,
Our view remains clouded;
Veiled by the very grace
That keeps you safe.
While you weave
Your glory picture,
We pick up the threads
Of life without you,
We’ve learned to cope,
To trust in hope.

(c) wordz2Go 13th Jun 2018

Hebrews 11:1

“Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.”

Sea of Memories

Because we believe,

We will not die!

We will move seamlessly

From one life to the next

But the love we have lived

Will remain:

We will not cease to be,

We become memories

Where past and present

Intertwine incestuously,

A hidden love,

Residing in the minds

Of those we leave behind.

Love never dies,

It morphs and grows,

Tumbling like a fast-flowing

River creating ripples

In the sea of memories.

(c) wordz2Go Apr 2018