Inspirational poems. Children's poems. Christian song lyrics and recorded songs. Personalized poems. Encouragement for the hurting. Sharing the love of God. THIS IS AN AWARD FREE BLOG.
Gentle Jesus, meek and mild
Help me be like a little child
Cleanse me from all things wild
I pray in heaven my name be filed
Gentle Jesus, strong with might
Help me overcome temptation’s fight
Cleanse me from all that mars my sight
I pray in heaven Your love’s delight
Gentle Jesus, Saviour, Friend
Help me push forward to the end
Cleanse me and eternally mend
I pray to heaven my loved ones send
© 2014 Liana Wendy Howarth
Soaked in grace Oh Oh Oh
The sweet smile of Your face Oh Oh Oh
Infiltrates completely Oh Oh Oh
I’m soaked in free grace Oh Oh Oh
Oh Lord, let me be
So very empty
Oh Lord, let me be
So very empty
Oh Lord, let me be
In tune
With Your still voice
Oh Lord, let me be
In tune
With Your still voice
Wonderfully absorbed
With the riches
Of Your love
Mercifully soaked
In the gift of Your grace
Sweet grace, saving grace
Sweet grace, saving grace
Soaked in grace Oh Oh Oh
The sweet smile of Your face Oh Oh Oh
Infiltrates completely Oh Oh Oh
I’m soaked in free grace Oh Oh Oh
Oh Lord, may I see
Sweet reality
Oh Lord, may I see
Sweet reality
Oh Lord, may I see
Eyes open
To all finished
Oh Lord, may I see
Eyes open
To all finished
There on the royal cross
Love flowing down
From the Lamb
Mercifully soaked
With the Father’s plan
Redemption, salvation
Redemption, salvation
Soaked in grace Oh Oh Oh
The sweet smile of Your face Oh Oh Oh
Infiltrates completely Oh Oh Oh
I’m soaked in free grace Oh Oh Oh
© 2014 Liana Wendy Howarth
Christian poetry sits upon a broken heart like dew settling upon a rose. It refreshes and fills any emptiness. It reflects light from heaven.
No matter how much
Abandonment
Anxiety
Apprehension
Backsliding
Bewilderment
Brokenness
Calamity
Captivity
Condemnation
Death
Or evil
There is in the world
There is in our heart
You know Lord, You know
No matter how much
Fear
Frustration
Homelessness
Hunger
Hurt
Longsuffering
Loneliness
Loss
Mockery
Pain
Or persecution
There is in the world
There is in our heart
You know Lord, You know Lord
No matter how much
Poverty
Ridicule
Sadness
Shame
Sickness
Silence
Sorrow
Terror
Thirst
Trial
Or turmoil
There is in the world
There is in our heart
You know Lord, You know Lord
You know every lie
You know what is hidden
You know all about us
And that’s why, Your Son was given
Given to heal every sickness
Given to dry every tear
O yes, You know, Lord, O how You know
And knowing this lifts us out of worldly fear
© 2014 – present Liana Wendy Howarth
Never let anyone tell you that you aren’t important.
We are all created equal and there is enough of God’s love for everyone to feel needed, loved, cherished, worthy.
Cry out to Him, lay your brokenness before Him and He will fill you to overflowing.
© 2014 Liana Wendy Howarth
You may have come to the end of your rope
But always remember that where there is breath there is hope
Where there is breath there is hope
Surrender your need to cope
For there is Someone who loves you and deeply cares
And as you let go of the rope
He will lift you upon wings that bear
Bear you above all of life’s circumstances
That threaten to let go of you
Just let go of the rope
Give in, dear trampled one
And He will beautify you
© 2014 Liana Wendy Howarth
There is a star hidden in every dark night. It hasn’t lost its beauty. Nothing about it has changed. Look for it. Break through the darkness and shine.
The day is beautiful
The day is beautiful
Must be like what
Heaven ‘twill be
The day is beautiful
The day is beautiful
I thank Thee dear Lord
For these eyes that see
See of Your glory, Lord
See of Your glory, Lord
My heart, it sings
In tune with Thee
See of Your glory, Lord
See of Your glory, Lord
Nature’s precious gifts
Reveal sweet mystery
Chorus
Yes ‘tis a beautiful day
And I can triumphantly say
Jesus is risen
Jesus is risen
And shed light on this beautiful day
Shed salvation’s light on my heart this day
Little birdies share their song
The flowers drink of the warmth
The sky reflects the ocean hue
The day is beautiful
I lift up Your praise on the beautiful day
All praise to God on this beautiful day
Chorus
Yes ‘tis a beautiful day
And I can triumphantly say
Jesus is risen
Jesus is risen
And shed light on this beautiful day
Shed salvation’s light on my heart this day
© 2014 Liana Wendy Howarth
I sit beneath the Cross and cry
Knowing that the day of the Lord draweth nigh
I sit beneath the cross, the tears
Hold a rainbow of His Love …. quells fears
Red of blood that He hath shed
Thorns of crimson about His head
Orange of the sunlit darkness
Fragrance, sweet fragrance lifted upwards
Yellow flowers singing softly below Him
Drinking of warmth flowing from still limb
Green of life draining out for me
Newness of life a gift soon to see
Blue of the depths of His sadness within
Agony and suffering yet kept silent, our sin
Indigo of the time spent lovingly in death
Waiting for His set time to spring forth, new breath
And Violet, O Violet, kingly crown now adorns
Royal robes of sweet violet and joy on new morn
© 2012 – 2014 Liana Wendy Howarth
(in “Fragrance from the Spring”)
Three hours of darkness,
How long can that be,
Struggling for breath,
Feeling alone on that tree.
Three hours of darkness,
The pain is growing stronger,
Voices mock and jeer,
Final breath won’t be much longer.
Three hours of darkness,
They do not see My anguish,
And yet My Heavenly Father,
His love He will not vanquish.
Sometimes I feel this darkness,
More than sometimes lately though,
My pain and misunderstanding,
I too often loudly show.
Help me dear Lord and Saviour,
To hold Your hand in rain and shine,
To suffer Your afflictions,
Mine will never feel like Thine.
For You bore the hurt of many,
And many more to come,
Me, it’s just me and mine,
And still the tears, my face is numb.
Oh! Help me wondrous Father,
To see my sadness in Jesus’ light,
He died that I might live,
He hurt, I hurt, He for me –
Mine only for a night.
My sorrow could never be,
Compared to that sorrow upon that tree,
So grant me grace enough to bear,
These three short hours of darkness here,
Which You have blessed and gifted me.
© 2012 – 2014 Liana Wendy Howarth
(in “Fragrance from the Spring”)
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