Category Archives: Poems

Challenge Me

Challenge Me

Challenge me, dear Lord, to never let You go
Challenge me, dear Lord, my love to always show
When all and everything around me abandons my need and is lost
Draw me dearest Father, nearer to Thee, at all cost

For You paid an excruciating price for me
When Your Son hung so majestically upon that precious tree
Majestic in Your power and in eternal aim
For me to live, He endured such unimaginable pain

Challenge and convict my oft backsliding heart
So that nothing in this world will ever tear us apart
And together eternally, we shall always be
Send Your warmth to melt, mend, to reshape me

Father, please challenge, challenge me

© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

He Lives, We Die

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The stone which hid, is rolled away
Jesus has risen; we are watching, swaying, and cry
Help us comprehend, dear Lord
He lives, the price, beyond our means was paid

He lives, hallelujah, we live
And because He lives, so must we die
Die to self, it’s our turn now
But all glory, He has blessed us to live in Christ

Surrender all your right to self
Grind emotions, thoughts and plans prepared
Let your Saviour’s power prevail in you
A new creation, tears and repentance succeed

Standing in the power of His mighty, precious Son
Escape the hold of earthly things
And acquaintances that beckon forth
Listen for that soft, small voice in turmoil that unfolds

Jesus calls us, gently leads us
We have no right or hold on the old life
And just as a flower bursts forth with sweet newness
In pain and anguish, we are pushed out of hardness

Thank you for a life refreshed
Thank you for a life eternal
Thank you that you died, without surrender
We sing praises to our ever-loving Father

© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

The Little Seed With the Biggest Heart (An Easter Poem for All Ages)

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The little seed slept by itself
Not sure where life would lead
Little did it know that one day soon
It would be planted, and humanity freed

That little seed, all bound and safe
Beneath the crumbling earth
Held captive in its memory
The story of our dear Saviour’s birth

It had laid silently, watching on
As days and years passed by
Awaiting its moment of beautiful glory
Before the world, when every heart would sigh

You see, that little, humble seed
Would soon be sown and grow
Into the most precious tree
Upon which love would eternally flow

Up and up and up it grew
And no-one paid attention
But that little seed with the biggest heart
Soon had a purpose within the story of salvation

’Cause it was cut down in its prime
And formed into the well known cross
Carrying mankind’s sins upon it
Feeling the pain of wounded blood loss

But even though that little seed
That became the most famous tree
Felt none of the turmoil, torture, rejection
It held in its arms … sweet mercy and grace for me

So as you remember what you’ve been shown
How Jesus died for everyone
Please know that only in receiving His forgiveness
Will your life be free, and victory won

© 2017 Liana Wendy Howarth

Be Still and Know that I Am God

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Be not weary Oh! my soul
Even though dark the days, I must toil

Surrender total self to Him
Tell Him of the things within
In the quietness of the moment
Lies a peace that no man knoweth
Less he dies to self and shows it

Angels lovingly do abound
Near to thee and all around
Dear to thee thy Saviour’s plea

Kindness show to one another
Now, this moment, sister .. brother
Only does this … lay our life open
When we carry our cross, not our burden

To our dearest Heavenly Father
Hymns and praises do we falter
All is lying bare, unraveled
Tell Him all that tugs on heart-strings

Isolated, lonely, beaten, mistreated

Anger burns from deepest reaches
Marveling at the healing He teaches

Gone our worry, sin and heartache
Only to Him be the glory, for His sake
Drowning in harmony of sweet, wondrous pureness

© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

Alone I Sit

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Upon the housetop, loneliness prevails
Understand I can’t, of coldness in death
Where is the love that once fulfilled
All of life’s dreams and promises said

Does this mean that I won’t be missed
Does this mean that talk is not meant
Compassion and true fellowship I desire
Yet emptiness of doubt surrounds me still

Oh! To be loved, as Christ first loved us
Within our family which we hold so dear
May the peacefulness of love prevail
Answer hopelessness and fill with joy

Shall the truth meet with our hearts
Comfort us in feelings, humbled thou art
Yes Jesus loves us, of that I am sure
May that be enough, eternally secure

© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

Abandon

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Silently the breezes blow
And the dew falls softly down
Where a carpet of sweetly-scented flowers
Receives for itself a crown

Whispering over babbling brooks
Showing little stones beneath the flow
The moss does cling, the birds do sing
One day His love we’ll know

The early morning reigns triumphant
Misty evening brings darkness and shower
Before too long, jubilant song we’ll hear
And with abandon, live in His power

The baby deer so perfectly adoring
Newness of forest floor
Trees of mercy, shelter and feed
His creatures with His store

Abandonment of truest desire
We with all creation, adore
And on the rolling hills and plains
Praise rings out forevermore

© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

A Wound Too Deep

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For many a day
Life is cushioned
Soft green grass
We are disillusioned

Travelling along
No hardships or sadness
We walk towards
Our dreams more or less

And then the road hardens
Slight problems appear
The road becomes rocky
And in comes the fear

What should have been gladness
And fun we are told
Suddenly we stumble
Our footsteps lose hold

Cracks and crevices
Dangerous terrain
We cannot move forward
Without any pain

The road is too dangerous
The gap is too wide
How will we reach our goal
Out of reach – the other side

The wound is too deep
We need help to go on
And then our dear Saviour
Sheds His blood, God’s Son

His blood fills the deepness
Heals the wound from within
And now we continue
Praise the Lord
To heavenly Canaan

For once again the road is soft
He holds our hand, leads the way
Brings us home
And on His heart
We now lay

© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

A Light, It Shineth

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Belongeth us to Him, the King?
Then down on bended knee we bow
Surrendering our total, very being
All we have is forever, now

Sing Oh! glorious saints of His
Bring praises, praises; cry aloud
Shelter in His righteousness only
Watch for He cometh in a cloud

Dare we cast our glances downwards?
Following where our feet have been
Forever heaven-wards shall we be watchful
Eye shall then see what no eye hath seen

Delivereth us, our beautiful Saviour
Into pastures, green with love
Oh! Your mighty saving presence
Sent from our dear Father above

© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

It’s Raining His Tears

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It’s raining
I hear His small, still voice
I’m crying for my nations
I’m crying, it’s My choice

I’m crying, you won’t listen
I’m crying, you’ve left My side
I’m crying, no one seems to care
Look, My arms are open wide

These tears are shed for many
The lost, the sick, those in pain
The rain, it is getting heavier
Don’t let My love, My love, wane

The rainbow has been hidden
These tears, I cry for you
I’m crying to cleanse all who are dying
I’m crying, let Me wash you anew

The falling drops, they lessen
But My tears will continue to fall
Fall until you grasp these words
Don’t hide your heart behind fear’s wall

Let these tears, let them take away
All that is holding you back
May they bring fresh love, peace and sweet joy
And in Me, fulfill all you lack

© 2017 Liana Wendy Howarth

He Meets Me

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And He meets me where I’m at
Along the shoreline of each heartbeat
Seas roll in, He says, ‘No more’
‘Peace be still, feel My hand, not the heat’

And He meets me with each thought
Dispels every lie from perfect truth
Storms roll in, He says, ‘Don’t fear’
‘Let Me fill your mind with renewed youth’

And He meets me in each step
As I walk the path lit by His word
Sometimes, darkness closes in
He says, ‘Listen to the way you’ve heard’

And He meets me through my sight
Gives me beauty that’s too much to bear
And when I feel overwhelmed
He says, ‘’Tis for you, this love to wear’

And He meets me in each sound
Orchestral heights or softest quietness
A small, still voice can be heard
‘Through each trial, I’m always here to bless’

And He meets me in my heart
Breaking down the cold, mountainous wall
He says, ‘I love you, my child’
‘And I will answer you when you call’

Yes, He meets me everywhere
And I could go on and on and on
Through touch and smell
Through each word spoken
’Tis Him I lean upon

© 2017 Liana Wendy Howarth