Field of Dreams

When will the winds of time
Blow softly on my face
When will the meadow flowers
Bow with fragrance interlaced

Sweet perfume, it beckons forth
And has me lay down yonder
Upon the grassy dew soaked knolls
Closing my eyes, His Word, I ponder

Shades of red with blackened hearts
White with centres of sunshine
Blades of strength and trees of grandeur
I read Love’s story and know He’s all mine

How can I drink of this eternal story
Birds of flight call out joyfully from waving trees
Everywhere I look, His easel declares it
Butterflies scatter and part the now comforting breeze

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth

Because …

Because He loves me

Wraps His arms around me

Has promised to never leave me

Tears may tumble

I may stumble

But His comfort I will always know

Tears Through the Years

When the pain is overwhelming

When the pain is fresh

Scarce can see the time

Scarce can feel emotion

Pain it blocks the light of day

Pain it blocks true living

But as time it passes

The light will cleanse

Life will seem clearer

You’ll see through the tears

See through the tears

See through the tears

And see less of your fears

 

There is a Rose so Sweet

Fragrance, fragrance, softness and love
Heaven sent fragrance sent from above
Lord, I thank you for this beautiful day
Lord, I thank you for this beautiful day

Today we live
What we shaped yesterday
And dream for tomorrow
So may the rosebuds of yesterday
Be the blooms for today
And the fragrance of tomorrow

(excerpt – in “Fragrance from the Spring”)

Marty McMite (A Children’s Poem)

Marty McMite was very upset
‘Cause Jellian Jam and Harriet Honey
Had only just met
But were already firm favourites
To be spread all around
And not a knife or a spoon
Were near him to be found
Poor old Marty McMite
Tilly Toast was aready
Breakfast time had arrived
Barney Butter all spready
Teased Marty again …
And the others joined in
‘Look at us, look at us
Tessy Tea’s apoured and Cedric Cereal’s been eaten

It’s our turn now, we’ll be yummy you’ll see’
But just then, a knife, it edged closer to Marty
Leaving Jellian and Harriet all on their lonesome
And with much joyful singing
A new song could be heard
‘It’s my turn, it’s my turn’, cried Marty with glee
‘Breakfast this morning is cereal, toast, tea and me’

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth

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A Family Prayer

Lord, You are Light, You are Love, You are Life,
Fill me with pure breath, pure knowledge and delight,
Watch over my family, keep them safe in Your arms,
Please Oh! dear Lord, let us not come to harm.

May Your sweet Word enter deep within souls,
Cleanse us, teach us, supply all our needs,
Bring us to a realization of our state,
And shelter us deep within, before it’s too late.

Shelter us in the shadow of Your cross,
Where we can find life, where You suffered loss,
Pour our Your mercy and grace, show us how,
To ask for forgiveness, for sins past, future, now.

Cover our home, our lives and our thoughts,
Our speech, our minds and all that falls short,
Of the glory of God, Lord of Lords, King of Kings,
May wondrous in-awe praises, our mouths always sing.

Lord, how we need you, Your compassion and full joy,
Need You to flow through us, Your Salvation to enjoy,
Teach us the fear of God ever-more,
That we might not fear man, circumstances or any closed door.

Oh! precious Saviour, may Your Spirit direct us,
May Your presence Your freedom always surround us,
Help us to remember to number our days,
And may the light of Your Word bring us in step with Your ways.

(in “Fragrance from the Spring”)

Wings of Fragrance

Oh! If only flowers had wings to fly

They’d take their fragrance and sprinkle it high

Capture the flow of wandering breeze, and

Lay it softly upon the billowy trees

Then the sweet birds could take from above

Lay hold and sprinkle the world with love.

 

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth

Bloom Where You Are

Break free from all that holds you back

Break free from all constriction faced

Break free and you will shine and always

Bloom beautifully where you’ve been placed.

Peek-A-Boo!

Kitty in soft, orange blanket

Hiding or so he thinks, from me

Compliments his silver jacket

Purrs are muffled silently

Showers and Flowers

Showers and flowers
Are trials and blessings

And

Even though the showers threaten
To wash the stillness of beauty away
Flowers will still bloom
Fragrance will be seen soon
And the overbearing clouds
Will go elsewhere to play

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