Posted in Christianity, Healing, Hope, Illness, Inspiration, Just For Children, Loss, Love, Poems, Songs, The Beauty of Creation, Trials & Blessings

FREE E-BOOK … Inspirational and Children’s Poetry/Inspirational Song Lyrics/Encouragement

Available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, WestBow Press
Available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, WestBow Press

I have received some free e-book codes through Westbow Press (the publisher of my latest book Sunrays and Lily Smiles).

This link will take you to more information where you can take a little look inside http://bookstore.westbowpress.com/Products/SKU-000974110/Sunrays-and-Lily-Smiles.aspx

If you would like a copy please contact me via poetrycottage@gmail.com or in the comments below. It has over 450 pages, just letting you know in case it’s too much for you to go through … 🙂

I would really appreciate it if you would leave a review on their website when you have finished reading (no obligation though).

Posted in Christianity, Healing, Hope, Illness, Poems, Trials & Blessings

Am I Well Yet?

Am I Well Yet

When each new day appears with light
Or through the darkness of the night
I often wonder to myself
Am I well yet?

I may not feel it, yet I see
That all within me is yet to be
But still I continue and I ask
Am I well yet?

So in the Word I search and search
And like the sparrow alone on its perch
I pray and pray and question
Am I well yet?

And then the Lord, He speaks to me
Be patient child, you’ll come through triumphantly
So in Him I trust and no longer plead
Am I well yet?

Oh! I may not feel it, see it, breathe it
Illusive health as yet; but my path He has lit
And so I give Him praise and thank Him
Yes I am well

© 2014 Liana Wendy Howarth

Posted in Christianity, Fragrance from the Spring, Healing, Hope, Illness, Loss, Poems, Trials & Blessings

When a Rose Cries

When a Rose Cries

Sometimes the pain is too much to bear

Sometimes you wonder how you will go on

Sometimes the never-ending tears won’t end

Sometimes the burden, it crushes, it bruises

Sometimes fogginess is so persistent it becomes reality

Sometimes life … it just happens without you

But those tears that mar a beauty’s face

Those tears that hold a healing flow

Cleanse the surface, fragrance released

Yes, life goes on … pain

Exhaustion

Longing for a breakthrough

Answered prayer

Watching loved ones live without you

You’re there; but you’re not

They wonder

They hurt

Wanting to help

Not knowing what to do

To make it easier

To ease suffering

The pain

The pain of suffering

On and on and on

Sensing no relief

Tried this

Tried that

Nothing works

Exhaustion

Fear

Pain

One day

One day

One day

The prayer will be answered

Until then

HEAR MY CRY

Under the merciful gaze of love
My heart is open, crushed and sad
I have come to realize that through it all
Only Jesus is hurt when my life falls

Help me to recover my poise
In Christ I live, and not for nought
Healing balm please Lord, do apply
For very soon this life is nigh

Heal me with the fragrance of roses
Heal me with sweet scents of rosebuds
May the lily cover my proudness
Cover my sense of guilt and shame

Lift the cloud of weariness yonder
From this weak and burdened frame
For this cloud remains a long time
Oh! When will Your sweet lightness shine

Please, dear Father, should I wander
Through this wilderness of thine alone
Lift this cloud, I shall not falter
Lead me on, for this Thy cloud came

 (from ‘Fragrance from the Spring’)

© 2010 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

Posted in Christianity, Healing, Illness, Love, Prayer, Songs, Trials & Blessings

THE GRAVITY OF REALITY (A Song for the Desperate One)

THE GRAVITY OF REALITY
Chorus
Draw the sin within our hearts
Through layers of unconfessed darkness disguised
Reveal O Lord the gravity of reality
And cleanse us with the Blood of the Lamb

Call unto the depths of our addiction
Unkind words, unforgiveness and more
Lord show us whilst gently holding us
The truth of what we were created for

Chorus
Draw the sin within our hearts
Through layers of unconfessed darkness disguised
Reveal O Lord the gravity of reality
And cleanse us with the Blood of the Lamb

O how we try, try to flow through each day
Pretending everything’s fine within
But secretly crying silent tears
Despairing of desperate pain we’re in

Chorus
Draw the sin within our hearts
Through layers of unconfessed darkness disguised
Reveal O Lord the gravity of reality
And cleanse us with the Blood of the Lamb

O how we need You, O Lord we need You
To bring ugly sin to the surface
To till the soil, plant seeds of mercy
Then shine heaven’s glory and heal by Your grace

Bridge
The gravity of reality
‘Tis more than we can bear
That’s why dear Father sent His Son
The gravity of reality
Healed and cleansed, salvation shared

Gravity, reality
Gravity, reality
Gravity, reality
Lord by Your truth, set us free

© 2014 Liana Wendy Howarth

Posted in Christianity, Healing, Hope, Illness, Inspiration, Love, Trials & Blessings

MY TESTIMONY

MY TESTIMONY

The Lord weighed upon my heart to write this down in what I thought to be story form; but once again the poet in me prevailed … I pray that I am posting this at His perfect time as I am not sure if this was for now or later. I leave it in His hands.

MY TESTIMONY

This was meant to be a testimony
For the Lord would have me write it down
I believe He wanted me to treasure
What life was like before I received healing’s crown

Three months till I am able
To wear this precious gift
And in the meantime He’s going to strengthen
Me, and continue through affliction, sift

He wants me to share with you
And bring hope to those who are struggling
The symptoms that weighed so heavily
Brought me so low and often unable to sing

There have been times when I could barely function
And yet the day continued as always
Oblivious of what I was suffering
I literally dragged my feet as I fought to gaze

The intensity of overwhelming feelings
Dizziness, faintness, super cell storm in foggy head
Ringing constantly between my thoughts
My life on hold and having to do anything, I’d dread

Unable to work, unable to drive ‘normally’
Unable to sew, unable to go out spontaneously
Unable to function to even clean the house clean
Unable to run my fingers melodiously across piano keys

Affected by heights, so steps and escalators out
Needing a trolley to shop properly
Wanting to go home each time I had to go out
Always needing someone to be with me

A barrage of tests, tests, tests
And then there were more to be done
And no matter the quality of foods, supplements consumed
I never felt as though I had truly won

Battling hashimotos with antibodies times a hundred
Of what they were meant to be
Iron deficiency anaemia, with levels barely above lowest range
And chronic fatigue, so chronic … these tortured me

And then just when I thought I was managing
A couple of mean viruses came back with a blast
And pain was mixed with utter hopelessness
Bringing with them so many tears and emotions from the past

But praise be to God, because through it all
He had taken control, led me through
In the barrenness and loneliness of valley
Taken me to mountaintops seeking skies of blue

And blessed me with bouquets of roses
Lilies and a dear family
And even though most of the time they were oblivious
I only let them into a small part of what they could see

Because no one, no, no one can truly know
The pain of an illness, two or three
I cannot infiltrate my symptoms before another
And no one else can understand what it means to me

But I can share this with my reader
Please know that deliverance, it draws nearer
Each day as you step further into the depths of despair
Through illness … in Him, your weakness grows stronger

© 2014 Liana Wendy Howarth

Posted in Christianity, Healing, Illness, Inspiration, Songs, Trials & Blessings

THE MORE I AM AFFLICTED (A Song for the Writer)

THE MORE I AM AFFLICTED

The more I am afflicted
The more joy flows through the page
I cannot quite explain it
So in God’s love I will gauge
‘cause only He can do it
Place this joy within my heart
I cannot keep up with the pace
Of words He does impart

Chorus
Yes the more I am afflicted
New visions do appear
Of what He really means to me
And all who hold Him dear

How can I truly bring forth
How can beauty be so penned
Only by His Spirit born
Can memories ever lend
And so I watch with love
As His fragrance flows through me
May the floral hues that do form
Find their way into lives set free

Chorus
Yes the more I am afflicted
New visions do appear
Of what He really means to me
And all who hold Him dear

So I write when I am hurting
I write when He whispers my name
‘cause He lovingly wants me to bring forth
The beauty of His word that He has framed

Yes the more I am afflicted
I share the depth of deepest pain
Pain sacrificially worn for me
The cross, His loss, my gain

Chorus
Yes the more I am afflicted
New visions do appear
Of what He really means to me
And all who hold Him dear

© 2014 Liana Wendy Howarth

Posted in Christianity, Healing, Hope, Illness, Inspiration, Poems, Trials & Blessings

Today I’m Free

Today I'm Free
Oh, He’s broken the curse of sickness
Upon my life this day
Oh yes, He’d already done it at the Cross
But I always had my say

As each morning I awoke
And symptoms rose ugly head
Tried to set the mood for the day
I’d lie there and I’d dread

Dread the thought of another day
Living with the onslaught of pain
Pain in every part of me
So many symptoms trying my life, to drain

But the power of the Cross has broken through
And reality by faith has won
‘cause Jesus bore my sickness
Jesus, God’s only begotten Son

Oh yes, by feeling, nothing’s changed
Not as yet, as I write these words
But when the truth is buried deep within
New life will sing like nature’s birds

And gone will be the ringing
Gone will be weariness
Gone will be anxiety
And heartbeats untuned more or less

Gone will be the dizziness
Gone will be the brain-numbing fog
Gone will be the blurry vision
Praise God, I will no longer falter; but jog

Oh the power of the Cross today
And everyday henceforth
Has healed this weary mind-numbing life
For the truth of the power’s broken forth

Amen … thank you Jesus

© 2014 Liana Wendy Howarth