Easter Praise

Praises sing
To Christ my King,
Hallelujah, You’re alive!

Death holds no fears,
Your promises
Hold fast and eternally last
Beyond our time or age,
Bound only by faith
And belief in me
As someone who could be.
You’ve shown the way
To beyond today
To more than we can see,
Your love for me,
Unconditionally,
Stretches every day,
Reminding me
You died for me,
You live for me to be.

(c) wordz2Go 12th April 2020

Christmas

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Photo by Alem Sánchez on Pexels.com

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

 

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.”

Good Friday 2018

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You bled,
Death defying deity,
Magnificent intimacy
Of God upon a cross,
Dying unconditionally,
For us.
Your love,
Alive in perpetuity,
Grace endlessly
Streaming to earth
Through history,
For us.

I marvel
At your magnanimity,
At the continuity
Of your presence
When we
Deny you.
You never
Relinquish responsibility,
Despite unlikely possibility
Of contrition from
Your creativity
Today.

(c) wordz2Go Mar 2018

Matthew 28:20

“And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.”

 

Impossible Love

A Lention reflection –

He who died for us
Dies for us still,
He who was still for us
Is still with us today,
Our life today,
Made possible,
By an act impossible
To explain rationally,
For no rationale,
Explains the greater love
That loves enough to die:

An impossible love,
A love that died
Yet remains alive.
Today and every day,
Pray, because
He loves you still,
He always will.

(c) wordz2Go Mar 2018

The Message – Romans 8:35-39

‘’Do you think anyone is going to be able to drive a wedge between us and Christ’s love for us? There is no way! Not trouble, not hard times, not hatred, not hunger, not homelessness, not bullying threats, not backstabbing, not even the worst sins listed in Scripture ….. I’m absolutely convinced that nothing—nothing living or dead, angelic or demonic, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable or unthinkable—absolutely nothing can get between us and God’s love because of the way that Jesus our Master has embraced us.’’

 

Hands Through the Clouds

Life knits an ever evolving pattern
Where you can never be sure
How things turn out,
And no doubt
You’ll lose stitches along the way,
Crooked seams where cracks appeared,
Patches wet from tears,
Emotional times in difficult years,
Double stitches
Where you’ve been helped
By family or friends
Because love amends.

No matter how well you knit
There will always be holes
Where your soul never mends,
Yet heaven extends
Hands through the clouds,
Divine signs,
To warn in advance
Of a change in chance.
Strands of different colours
Intertwine seamlessly,
Knitting the rich tapestry
Of life’s majesty.

(c) wordz2Go Dec 2017
Based on a vision I had of hand reaching down from heaven
Just before my sister died suddenly