In
Faith for
Eternity
by
Hanging
On through
Prayers til
Eternity
For
An
Intimate
Time with our
Heavenly Father
by His
Glory
Righteousness
And
Covenant of His
Everlasting Promises
A Virtual Story of The Lord's work through my life. Using my spiritual gift of working words into poetry to tell my story.
After attending church service on Mother's day, the message from the sermon stayed with me. The Pastor spoke of mother's, the role they play, the love they have, the heart they have, you get the idea. Well when a message sticks with me, I typically end up composing a poem or some sort of verse about it. So here is what came of that. This is for all the mother's out there, especially my two. Yes I said this correctly. I had been born to a mom, separated at about 5 years old from her, put up for adoption, adopted. Later in life I reunited with my birth mother who died almost 20 years ago. Both my moms have the strongest of hearts.
The Heart of a Mother
Her Purple Doll
Years apart but still woven in her heart
Each crocheted stitch of purple and white
Looped together day and night
Heartache and hope
Binding their hearts
Never to be unraveled
Years later her music plays no more
But her smile remains unfazed and true
He knits us in the womb
Each stitch entwined with purpose
Stitched with his love for us
The tears were laced and looped
By the crafters hands
Never ceasing as she prayed
For a reunion that could bring
Forgiveness and healing
He knits us in the womb
Each stitch entwined with purpose
Stitched with his love for us
She opens the package
And the tears begin to flow
Comfortably spreading salve upon her heart
To know she’s had someone who never gave up on her
She squeezed the purple doll
Sending her embrace through the miles
And having the hope of once again sharing smiles.
For those who follow me, know that I have a gift with words. For awhile I was writing all the time. Life has gotten in the way and has made it difficult for my words to come through. The last number of years I have taken to writing a prayer for the coming year. I start pondering a few days after Christmas Day about how the year went, what I observed, what I accomplished. Then I let things sit on my heart before I bring the pen to the page. If you could see how each poem, verse, prose begins, you would be amazed at how I get to what I post here on this blog. I don't take this prayer writing lightly.
This prayer is for everyone regardless of where you are with your spirituality. As we begin 2022 let this be your prayer.
Dear Father in
Heaven
Thank you, Lord, for another year.
There are many things that were not ideal in our eyes,
We do not see
things as you see
You provide
everything to keep us safe
yet we still hold
heavy burdened hearts.
Our hearts remain filled
with hate, unkindness, and fear.
We are blinded,
jaded, fooled.
You give us
everything
You are everywhere
yet we turn you
away.
pain and
bitterness plague our hearts.
ungrateful, and grumbling.
We are dreadful.
But you, Father,
have been there all the while.
You are there with
mercy, grace, and love
So why do we push
you away?
We are thirsty Lord.
Thirsty for more
than we know
Lord you are the
living water
But what does that
matter if we’ll not take a drink?
You hold the cup,
but we refuse
Please help us
Father to take the cup
Quench our thirst
and help us begin a new year
May this be the
time when we draw near
My prayer is for friends and family
To open their eyes
you, Lord
For the lies to be
exposed, healing to begin
I pray Lord for
Revival.
A revival so
profound that even the most stubborn
Get down on their
knees
Lord fill the
Earth with hope and joy
Remove Covid and
all it’s variants from the world
Help us to rebuild
relationships, homes, jobs, society
Show us the way back
to times helping each other was the thing to do
We are all sinners
help us to
recognize those sins and repent Lord
I pray that 2022
will restore the world’s hope, faith, joy
And that there may
be peace everlasting.
In your Precious
Name,
Amen
Well it certainly has been awhile, but I am slowly turning down the noise and getting in tune with the Lord and what is truly in my heart. One day as I was doing devotions and reflecting the one loud and clear message for me was to turn down the noise. I'm not talking the radio or tv, I am speaking about the noise in life, the appointments, the social media, texting, housework, socializing. Whatever is keeping me from just being still with the Lord and listening to Him needs to be turned way down. This pandemic has taught me a lot about that. There are so many distractions taking us away from what we really should be doing. It's taking me half my life to figure this out. I still get it wrong. I am not perfect, but I have a father in Heaven who cares more for me than anyone in this world. He will see me through my problems. He has brought me through many. And all he asks is that I be silent and still and listen to Him. He will often use gentle reminders like a storm or the wind or even an animal, when I haven't spent time with him. You can see that in older poems I have written on here. But for today's message, it is all about turning down life's noise and tuning in to the message He has for us. Take some time today and just turn it all down but turn His Volume Up!
Mark 6: 31 And He said to them, “Come aside by yourselves to a deserted place and rest a while.” For there were many coming and going, and they did not even have time to eat.
Well 2020 certainly was not a year that I expected. It was troublesome in ways but in other ways, a blessing. I hope you have found those blessings. It was with a heavy heart I wrote this prayer but a hopeful heart at that. I look forward to a greater year in 2021. I share now with you the prayer of my heart as we bid adieu to 2020 and welcome in 2021. No matter what the circumstance you face right now, know that it will not be forever and you will overcome it. Celebrate safely, do some video and zoom, and skype chats. Have fun and may this prayer be what guides you through the next 365 days. God Bless and Happy New Year everyone!
Faith
Here is another song, written as part of the song writing course I am taking. I will fly on the wings of my eagle, above the storms.
Monday morning
rolls around
Jump out of bed
with two feet on the ground
Coffee spilled,
toast is burning
The end of the
day I’m already yearning
Late for a
meeting
Forget the warm
office greeting
Freshen up have
to look my best
Five new clients
is the boss’s request
Chorus
Above the storms Lord carry me
On eagles wings I will fly
Over the mountains, across the sea
Riding on his wings above the storms
Lord carry me
Can’t forget the teacher’s meeting
Need to keep my son from failing
Speeding fast, ran the light
SMASH! Ah Man now I’m late
It’s going to be a long night
Can I have a re-do for today?
How did I go so wrong?
All these thoughts are dancing in my head
I don’t know what lies ahead
Chorus
Above the storms Lord carry me
On eagles wings I will fly
Over the mountains, across the sea
Riding on his wings above the storms
Lord carry me
Bridge
The future looks grim and is unknown
Through a strength that is not my own
I’ll push on above the storms
Above the storms (singer’s freedom here)
Chorus
Above the storms Lord carry me
On eagles wings I will fly
Over the mountains, across the sea
Riding on his wings above the storms
Lord carry me
Repeat and fade…..
Isaiah 40:31 But those who wait on the Lord, Shall renew their strength: They shall mount up with wings like eagles, They shall run and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint.
Well I have been taking a song writing course as an elective for a diploma I am working for. This course has been pulling me out of slump and feeding my creative juices. Albeit, it's been a struggle writing on demand but I guess I am doing alright. Here is one of my songs that I have written for that course. I'll let it explain itself.
There Can Be No Doubt
Some believe You are an ancient story
Made by man to tell our history
How can they be right
Would rather spend a lifetime seeking your truth
Than spending a thousand days in doubt
For it seems that where I go
You are there
A top the trees in the rustling leaves
O’er the winding hills
In the darkness and the light
I have no doubt
Chorus:
Keep my eyes wide open
I don’t want to miss a moment
From the first light of day
To the twinkling stars of night
Be the air that I breathe and all that I see
Flowing through the canvas
Are reds, yellows, and blues
Springing alive with images of you
Where then can there be doubt?
This ancient myth seems to be the truth
The proof is all around
From the creatures of the air
To the critters on the ground,
There can be no doubt
Chorus:
Keep my eyes wide open
I don’t want to miss a moment
From the first light of day
To the twinkling stars of night
Be the air that I breathe and all that I see
This one is actually a remake of a poem from a few years back. I tried to make it more song worthy. August 3rd marks 17 years since she was taken from me a 2nd time. The first time was due to adoption, the second time Mom passes away. Either way twice in a lifetime is too much to be taken away. The heartache stays deep no matter the time that passes. Knowing at least I know the next time we will be together, will be in eternity, helps me through my days but the sadness never goes away.
Twice in a Lifetime
You were young and scared
And I knew you cared
The day they took me away
Was a painful day
Forever etched in my heart
My faith
seemed to come undone
I had to
find a way to cope
To keep
alive the hope
Year went into year
My hope grew dim
Then one day your letters began to appear
Your words were salve to my soul
My hope returned, my was heart full
Bridge
Together again forever this time
Times for healing
Times for breaking down and building up
Times for weeping
Times for laughing
Times for second chances
Then came that haunting call
I felt like I had hit the wall
Don’t take her from me, Lord not again,
not today
Then you were gone
Separated once more,
How could I go on?
That devil he thought he won
My faith seemed to come undone
I had to find a way to cope
To keep alive the hope
Then the Savior called to me
He said he’d ease our pain and set us free
He would give us eternity
Life for most of us begins with a daddy to help us when we feel insecure or are hurt. Sometimes life turns and that male figure is gone. Yet, there is always a daddy for all of us. For some it takes years to see that. Mostly, our dad's are there when we need them. Even when we push away, dads are always there waiting for us to approach them When was the last time you approached your dad about something? How about the last time you asked for his help. Despite how we think we can do life without them, dads are needed. Whether you know your dad or not, there is always one constant dad that is there, patiently waiting with open arms, to comfort and reassure us, help us and guide us. It is today that I honour my three dads. Yes that's right three. I have my Heavenly father to whom I give credit for creating me and sustaining me all these years. Then my dad who was there at the time of my birth until I was four years old. Thirdly, my adoptive dad who guided me through life; and yes came to my rescue when I needed him the most, even when I was saying that, I could do life on my own. I honour these three dads today with so much love, admiration and gratitude. Because without them I would not only, be non existent but also wouldn't be the woman I am today. In
Daddy’s Arms
Tiny hands reach out for comfort and help
Daddy’s outstretched arms are ready
“Hold me daddy,” the little voice speaks
“I tried my best daddy, I wanted to be brave, daddy.”
Daddy’s outstretched arms firmly wrap around the small
child
“I am here for
you always” daddy’s voice softly booms.
Though daddy’s outstretched arms remain ready
“It’s ok dad, I am brave enough,” the shaky child’s voice
speaks.
“I am here for
you always.” Daddy’s voice softly booms.
Daddy’s outstretched arms remain ready.
“I am brave enough; I don’t need you daddy” says a small
voice.
“I am here for
you always.” Daddy’s voice softly booms.
Arms reach out for comfort and help
Daddy’s outstretched arms remain ready.
“Hold me daddy. I really messed up,
I don’t know how to be brave anymore” says a small voice.
“I am here for you always,” Daddy’s voice
softly booms.