I am nothing
Without your strength,
Life-storms surround me,
Handicap me with mental debris –
Threaten my existence.
But you keep me strong,
Strong enough to keep
Distractions at bay,
Strong enough to survive another day.
I wonder how
Many times you can
Mitigate my mistakes –
Your love embraces
Me from beginning to end.
Your love keeps me strong,
A constant outpouring
Of oil annointing my head,
Generosity of love unbounded.
(c) wordz2Go Dec 2017
23rd Psalm “Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.”
Emotionally drained from the strain,
The pain of losing you,
Still stunned at the suddenness
Of your departure:
Death lay claim while life was still so full
And years lay yet ahead,
Years of richness,
Family celebrations and
Who knows what wonders you now see,
Whether earthly memories
Are part of heavenly existence
Or eclipsed by God’s radiance
In the magnificence
Of a place we cannot be.
Rest in peace my sister, in this holy land –
And while you see God face to face
I know He’s still holding my hand.
(c) wordz2Go Dec 2017
“I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand.”
A week ago today,
Right at this time,
The doctor told us you’d
Probably pass away later tonight –
And you did.
I’m still in disbelief at how quickly we lost you.
I hope heaven is all you expected.
(c) wordz2Go Nov 2017
You who made all that ever was, or will be,
How can you can hear my plea –
In the vastness of the universe
With so many unfortunate souls
Also praying to the God of hope,
Just how do you cope?
I am so small, so insignificant,
How can you separate my voice
Dry my tears, supress my fears
And do just the same for everyone else?
You have always been there for me
Now I need you more than ever,
Will you still hear me in my distress?
Is it my faithlessness
That reigns ill fate in my family?
Take it from us Lord,
Tell me what I must do
To regain trust with you.
Miracle making God,
Hear my prayer and
Alleviate this despair.
Copyright wordz2go Oct 2017
Psalm 18:6 “In my distress I called to the Lord;
I cried to my God for help.
From his temple he heard my voice;
my cry came before him, into his ears.”
Life would be easier if I were
The perfect wife and mother
With no other
Aim but to serve,
But, I am an imperfect being
In an imperfect world
Where my anger unfurls
To fly in your face,
With no thought of remorse,
Until it’s too late.
I am perfectly capable
Of screwing up,
Of a fast gallop
Down the wrong track;
But, as imperfect as I am,
I’m not totally lost,
Though the cost
To my worth
When I stop to reflect,
Often wrecks my peace
Yet God is working in me!
I’m an incomplete project,
Subject to checks
By a God who protects
My imperfect soul
As it strives for protection
God’s infinite patience
For one such as me
Reflects His perfect
Copyright wordz2Go Sept 2017
Isaiah 43:2 – The Message (MSG)
“But I, yes I, am the one
who takes care of your sins – that’s what I do.
I don’t keep a list of your sins.”
Feeling emotional today, its 12 months since I lost Mam. Miss her so much and even though I know she’s in heaven its still hard. Love you Mam x
Titus 1:1-3 ‘Hope of eternal life is based on God’s promise. And God cannot lie.’
In the dark of the night when sleep evades
My soul cries out in prayer,
My mind wanders and then, I’m there –
Flitting between past, present and future:
Past hurts re-emerge,
Present issues intersperse,
Future possible disasters loom large.
Sleep gets further and further away,
Prayer becomes disorientated, chaotic;
I’m high on a sleepless narcotic.
I wonder how You make sense of this prayer,
Yet the real wonder is that You do
Because You are You.
Anxiety-ridden dreams invade my prayer
Until reaching breaking point
I turn to what never disappoints:
‘The Lord is My Shepherd’.
Wide awake I hold onto Your promises,
Reciting aloud in the quiet of the night
Slowly travelling from darkness to light.
I imagine Your oil pouring over my head,
Oozing slowly downwards which serves
To sooth my frazzled nerves,
Calming my over-stressed brain,
Leading me to quiet water,
Soon I feel physically calmer
And know that I am cherished.
Dreams and worries begin to slip away,
Anxiety and stress take a backseat
And I finally begin to drift to sleep.
Copyright wordz2Go Jun 2017
Psalm 23:5 ‘The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want …… Thou anointest my head with oil, my cup runneth over …’