Running, I stumble and... I fall
Because I've heard your voice, I've heard you call
My heart cries out
YOU... have chosen me
YOU... have called... me.
Broken, yearning, I'm lying at your feet
And then you lift me from my weariness and defeat
My rags are removed and you clothe me in white.
I am your bride, LOVED... in whom you delight!
So I'll pour out MY passion
I'll POUR OUT my praise
I'll delight in YOU... Jesus
With every breath, all my days.
> For Mary, for Martha, for the woman at the well. For the women who need to hear His voice calling their name.
Wednesday, 26 February 2014
Monday, 17 February 2014
Stop for the one...
"Bevan's dead" dropped like a stone into the pond of my heart
Ripples of devastation and grief overflowed like tsunamis
Washing away preconceived ideas and some hopes of healing
Scouring my thoughts and then draining away to leave empty land
And in the barren place that I found, I wept
For you, my friend, and my tears were as silent as the world you lived in
Full of motion and colour and vibrance, silenced
And you are gone, no longer here
My voice is choked by the tears from my heart that fall like rain
Yet when I cease my inner wail of loss (oh, how your mother weeps)
I can hear the faint notes of hope, and if I LISTEN I can hear worship
Pouring out, splashing forth, rising, welling up, crying out
And you are in the light, the hope, the joy, the dance
As sound explodes in your ears and your hand is in His
How faithfully you served and loved and gave, my friend
To the very last breath, and to this world's end...
> In memory of Bevan Heyns. My friend. Who breathed out here, and breathed in there! To Bevan, whose body is whole, and who has come home. Not here, but not gone. I may have interpreted for just one person for 3 years, but how rich I am because of your friendship and what you gave back to me.
Ripples of devastation and grief overflowed like tsunamis
Washing away preconceived ideas and some hopes of healing
Scouring my thoughts and then draining away to leave empty land
And in the barren place that I found, I wept
For you, my friend, and my tears were as silent as the world you lived in
Full of motion and colour and vibrance, silenced
And you are gone, no longer here
My voice is choked by the tears from my heart that fall like rain
Yet when I cease my inner wail of loss (oh, how your mother weeps)
I can hear the faint notes of hope, and if I LISTEN I can hear worship
Pouring out, splashing forth, rising, welling up, crying out
And you are in the light, the hope, the joy, the dance
As sound explodes in your ears and your hand is in His
How faithfully you served and loved and gave, my friend
To the very last breath, and to this world's end...
> In memory of Bevan Heyns. My friend. Who breathed out here, and breathed in there! To Bevan, whose body is whole, and who has come home. Not here, but not gone. I may have interpreted for just one person for 3 years, but how rich I am because of your friendship and what you gave back to me.
Friday, 14 February 2014
Monday, 10 February 2014
Between tear and sky
They call you a tiny twinkle somewhere deep in my eye
That blinks in that space found only between tear and sky
Your footsteps and laughter echo in my heart
And in my dreams you are always a part
In a moment of hope your marvellous life's beat began
With laughter and prayer and us holding God's hand
Then you slipped away quietly and I mourn your loss
My tears are silent and my emotions are tossed
My child, I did not hold you or hear your first breath
As you came into life it seems you fell into death
Yet I know that one day I will have the joy
Of hearing your voice and touching you, my girl or my boy!
That moment of meeting holds out such life
It means I can travel through this grief and inner strife
My pleading is silenced and joy wells again
Your name is written in His book - Amen.
....
For a dear friend who has more children than she can hug in the here and now. The prayers and hopes and dreams of a few sweet days are before the Throne, and Him who holds a small person until that day.
"And there before me, I saw the Throne..."
"He who promised, is called Faithful and True."
"For He so loved us..."
"For I have plans to give you hope and a future."
That blinks in that space found only between tear and sky
Your footsteps and laughter echo in my heart
And in my dreams you are always a part
In a moment of hope your marvellous life's beat began
With laughter and prayer and us holding God's hand
Then you slipped away quietly and I mourn your loss
My tears are silent and my emotions are tossed
My child, I did not hold you or hear your first breath
As you came into life it seems you fell into death
Yet I know that one day I will have the joy
Of hearing your voice and touching you, my girl or my boy!
That moment of meeting holds out such life
It means I can travel through this grief and inner strife
My pleading is silenced and joy wells again
Your name is written in His book - Amen.
....
For a dear friend who has more children than she can hug in the here and now. The prayers and hopes and dreams of a few sweet days are before the Throne, and Him who holds a small person until that day.
"And there before me, I saw the Throne..."
"He who promised, is called Faithful and True."
"For He so loved us..."
"For I have plans to give you hope and a future."
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