Category Archives: Poems

The Everlasting Rose

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My love, My love, take a petal from the rose
Take a petal from the rose that I gave you

Each one holds a key to the secret gift
Oh! Let Love restore the brokenness in you

The petal of hope
It’s filled with new dreams
With all of My love
Deserts into streams

The petal of joy
It’s filled with new praise
New oil to anoint
And flow through your days

The petal of peace
It’s filled with comfort
Embrace all given
My arms will support

The petal of love
What more can I say
The petal of choice
Along life’s hard way

My love, My love, take a petal from the rose
Take a petal from the rose that I gave you

Each one holds a key to the secret gift
Oh! Let Love restore the brokenness in you

Yes, there’s a petal of encouragement
A petal, soft and grand
A petal for when discouragement
Leaves a heart sunk in grief’s sand

Petals, a petal
Purity, serene
Words cannot write words
To grasp a rose, so serene

So take what I’ve given you
It’s a balm for where it hurts
Let the fragrance of the perfect rose
The fragrance of the perfect rose
Fill you deep within, so very deep within
Each petal, a rose story, red covers every sin

My love, My love, take a petal from the rose
Take a petal from the rose that I gave you

Each one holds a key to the secret gift
Oh! Let Love restore all brokenness in you

© 2016 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

Honesty

Honesty

Following dearly in His footsteps
Tracing them tenderly with my feet
Saying I never ever will deny Him
But the Lord turned, and looked upon me

Shall the truth be hidden from Him
Deepest, honest thoughts under clouds of shame
Surely this I cannot conceal or prosper
The Lord turned, and looked upon me again

Please forgive my real intentions
Up they spring when I don’t confide
Help me, strengthen me, never leave me
Still the Lord turned, and looked upon me, His child

Are we really being faithful – Proud of ourselves
Telling all, in Him we trust
Do we daily sin without confession
Will the Lord turn, and look upon us?

© 2013 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

“And the Lord turned, and looked upon Peter. And Peter remembered the word of the Lord, how He had said unto him, Before the cock crow, thou shalt deny Me thrice. And Peter went out, and wept bitterly.” Luke 22:61-62

1. Hast thou heard Him, seen Him, known Him?
Is not thine a captured heart? Chief among ten
thousand own Him, Joyful choose the better part.

Chorus: Captivated by His beauty, Worthy tribute
haste to bring. Let His peerless worth constrain
thee, Crown Him now unrivaled King.

2. What can strip the seeming beauty, From the
idols of the earth? Not a sense of right or duty, But
the sight of peerless worth.

3. ‘Tis that look that melted Peter, ‘Tis that face that
Stephen saw, ‘Tis that heart that wept with Mary,
Can alone from idols draw.

4. In your service Lord defend us. In our hearts keep
watch and ward. In the world where’r you send us,
May your kingdom come O Lord.

For A Loved One Departed (Written For My Dear Mother)

The reflection of heaven’s rose garden

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Upon the branches of my heart
For you, this poem is written
The love you gave, the love you shared
The tenderness that softened

And on the paths that lead me there
Your footsteps are remembered
Guiding and advising me
You’ll never be forgotten

And on the leaves that bound my heart
My family life is written
Joy and pain, happiness and gain
The aroma will ever remind me

And on the petals of flowers found
Found wrapped around my heart
Sweet words of gentle encouragement
That trusted who I was

The aroma of those flowers linked
To leaves and branches and paths
Take me back to when you first left
Though not as often now
But the tears of dew that water my heart
Will always remember you

© 2010 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

Fields of Plenty

Fields of Plenty

Fields of plenty are mine to adore
And blessings surround me, of this I am sure
Fed from the True Vine for evermore
All this because I opened the door

The door of my heart, where I heard a knocking
And who was without – the sovereign, divine King
Oh! He has entered for me, my very heart’s asking
Brought His Word to my life and now I can sing

Sing of His wondrous works done for me
Sing for He’s made me His for all eternity
Sing when I’m joyous or in sorrow on bended knee
Sing of His righteousness He fastened to that tree

On that tree that was laden with His misery of mocking
Little flowers lay waiting to soak up His loving
And where the blood was poured with bruising and hurting
Sprung up precious fields of plenty for me, all believing

© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

Please listen to this beautiful song (thanks Doug for recommending)
http://christiansongoftheday.blogspot.com.au/2010/08/love-grew-where-blood-fell.html

Far, Far Away

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Far, far away I hear You calling
Around the mountain, so far away
I need You so badly, help me to listen
And place my feet back on the chosen way

Things are happening and many are hurting
Heavenly rain feels like it’s falling as hail
To You and You only, my praises are given
I’m feeling the pressure of each hammered nail

I cherish the thoughts that bring tears to my eyes
Sending streams of soft tears down saddened face
A song, some notes, a bagpipe is playing
That beautiful hymn, “Amazing Grace”

And then another plays and I’m back in time
The tears fall into a bottomless hole
A hole that can only be filled by knowing
Knowing and hearing “It Is Well With My Soul”

© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

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