God's Faithfulness

Where is your faithfulness Lord?
When jobs and hope are lost,
And loved ones and babies die,
And we are left to wonder why? 

Where is your faithfulness Lord?
When nothing makes any sense,
And our prayers go unanswered,
And our loved ones aren’t cured? 

Where is your faithfulness Lord?
When our hard efforts go wasted,
And nothing seems to go right,
Yet we try with all our might? 

Where is your faithfulness Lord?
When solutions to problems evade us,
And our cars and computers break,
When our jobs and income are at stake?

Where is your faithfulness Lord?
When a virus controls our every move,
And visits and hugs are banned,
For reasons we do not understand?  

Your faithfulness Lord, is found,
In the care, compassion and comfort,
Of our loving family and friends.
Whose giving hearts show no ends.  

Your faithfulness Lord, is found,
In dead trees that come alive.
Through the constancy of seasons.
Giving us a glimmer to your reasons.

Your faithfulness Lord, is found,
In testimonies where faith was tested.
Through the promises of your Word,
Where the flame of our hope is stirred.

Your faithfulness Lord, is found,
In our past of answered prayers.
Knowing that you worked out the bad,
Together for good, that made me glad.

Thank you, Lord, for your Faithfulness,
For your Potter’s hand that molds me,
For your refining fire that purifies me,
And your pruning hand that grows me.

Anger is like a Fire

 Anger is like a fire, smoke, a warning light,
Its burning embers smoulder like molten rage.
We fuel and kindle our flames of inner wrath,
Like a fuming, injured tiger, locked in a cage.

We brew, we stew and then we spew,
Like a time-bomb, we detonate and explode,
Underground, we boil and steam with pressure,
Like an earthquake of red lava, we corrode. 

Anger pollutes our deeply hidden roots,
We become agitated, irritated and frustrated.
We justify ourselves with excuses and blame,
Not realising our anger is Satan orchestrated. 

Small things hook onto our unfinished wrath,
Catapulting and growing like a deadly poison.
Unresolved fumes that glow red with bitterness,
Leaving us vulnerable and tempted to sin. 

Our sparked flames leave paths of destruction,
That reveal the brokenness inside of us.
When harboured, it damages and destroys,
While devilish demons wrestle inside of us. 

Anger crouches at our door like Cain,
With a mind of its own, with no filter.
It makes us impulsive, passive to act,
Erupting, ignited, we burn on our altar. 

We blow our offences out of proportion,
Venting our raging flares like a dragon.
But embers can cool and reason can rule,
When we release ourselves from this prison.

Anger should be our servant, not our master,
To own, accept and control it, not manage.
For anger that is buried alive, does not die,
Smouldering, we are left with eternal damage. 

We need to cut those cords that bind us,
Separate from our enemy offenders.
Count to 10, knock down those tower bricks,
Those temporary, perpetuating offences.

For an angry mind makes a hard pillow,
And a restless sleep of displeasure.
Rivers of loud, angry waves of thought,
Conflict with our peace to full measure.

We waste our anger on fake news and false facts,
With punishment, penalty and pleading penance.
We must extinguish our anger and arguments,
If we ever want to restore our emotional balance.

Life is like Water

Your life is just like water,
It can be hard and cold as ice.
Or it can flow like a waterfall,
Be inviting, so warm and nice.

Water is life’s greatest teacher,
It holds secrets down deep below.
Like a mirror, it reflects what it sees,
That determines your ebb and flow.

Is your life dark and dirty with sludge,
From the impurities of sediment sin?
The filter of God’s Spirit can cleanse you,
That will purify your life from within.

Does your current flow freely with ease?
Are there turbulent waves of doubt?
Are you stagnant with inaction to flow?
Do your stormy waters toss you about?

Are you thirsty for life’s living water?
Then drink from the well of God’s spring,
Are you dry like a desert in drought?
Discover the quench His word brings.

Your life will be an oasis to others,
When God’s light shines brightly on you.
Others will see your radiant beauty,
Springs of water, so clear and so blue.

When your life is calm and smooth,
Like delicate, hand-blown glass,
Others will be able to see through you,
And marvel your beauty at first glance.

Don’t let your life evaporate,
Wasting away from life’s heat.
Disturbed waters become unclear,
And you can drown in life’s defeat.

When ripples of waves of doubt creep in,
Let your faith help you float, like a life vest.
For only with God can we splash with joy,

His Living Waters, is where we find our rest.

Inspired by the blog 'He is One' by James Dee Clayton -

https://diaryofanaesthete.com/2020/07/14/he-is-one/

Tuning into God

I'm trying to hear from you Lord,

But I cannot hear your voice.

Please will you speak to me,

And help quieten all the noise.

Your signal is too faint, Lord,

Please help me tune you in.

I need your Spirit's guidance,

And your help to stop me sin.

Like a radio, there is static, Lord,

That makes your voice unclear.

Please help decode your signal.

And to rid me of all my fear.

As I read your word, Lord,

Allow my mind to focus.

Remove all the interference,

That keeps me feeling anxious.

Like a sheep that hears its Shepherd,

Let me hear and know your voice.

So I will learn your will for me,

To make a better, daily choice.

Keep me tuned to your frequency, Lord,

With shouts of praise that's loud,

To drown out all the other channels,

That temp me with their sound.

But even when you're silent, Lord,

Let me remember your promises still.

Like a GPS, I'll keep going straight, 

Until your voice is clear and crystal.

Life is like a Lockdown

Life is like this Lockdown,

We never know when it will end.

We all hide behind a mask,

And show a life that’s all pretend.

We weren’t made to isolate,

Or keep our social distance.

We were created to connect,

And live together in co-existence.

We must protect ourselves from evil,

And purify our lives and hearts.

Keeping our hands clean from sin,

For this is where the virus starts.

Our faith will always test positive,

If we distance ourselves from doubt.

And as we isolate our minds from fear,

We can trust our lives to work out.

So as we live, with wait and see,

Learning what our new normal is.

Let’s all unite together, albeit apart,

And have faith we’ll all get through this.

My DIY Hero

I’ve been blessed with a DIY husband,
Who can fix anything that is broken.
Whether it’s a leak, a glitch or a crack,
Fixing things is his talent and passion.

No gadget or toy is ever thrown to the bin,
For it’s repaired each time that it breaks.
He diligently, painstakingly learns how to,
And impresses me at the speed that he takes.

There’s no item he cannot fix or restore,
No challenge he will pay to have done.
Whether it’s electrical, mechanical or construction,
He’ll persevere with it until he has won.

For my hubby is my DIY hero,
Though it would often be nice to replace.
I’m grateful for his God-given talents,
So, his service to fix, I’ll gladly embrace.

A Spring in her Step

Our dog Coco has a spring in her step,
Each morning when it’s time for her walk.
She jumps from the couch, at the sight of her leash,
And would hug and thank me if she could talk.
She bolts to the door, her nose pressed tight,
With no patience or calm in her stride.
She runs on ahead, pulling me for a walk,
Eager to find her freedom outside.
She sniffs at the grass, to find a perfect spot,
Before performing her cute twirlly, whirly dance.
Thankful to finally relieve herself,
She vigorously wipes her paws on the grass.
Along the canal path, she joyously walks,
Nipping at my heels for me to run.
Stopping only for some craved attention,
Between chasing the ducks, just for fun.
She stops to sniff at each bush she passes,
As she carefully reads her ‘dog-mail’.
Ready to give her attentive reply,
Recognising her friends from the wag of her tail.
She nibbles some grass, her vitamins sorted,
And sniffs with delight at the find of a bone.
Her mission accomplished, her spring all sprung,
Tired, and content, she leads me back home.