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FALLING IN LOVE

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There comes a time
When suddenly
You realize
You are fearfully
And wonderfully made
And all of the lies
You’ve ever believed
Will fly right out the door

You realize
How very beautiful
You truly are
Beautiful in God’s eyes
No matter
What the world
Or the media
Or even yourself say

And then compassion
Sweet compassion
Embraces all you are
And a gentle touch
Flows inwardly

But you can only love yourself
Unconditionally
When the Father’s love
Is believed, received
Reflected upon your heart
In your eyes
Your mind
Indwelling
Then you can go forth sweet child
And love others as yourself

© 2018 Liana Wendy Howarth

Matthew 22
37 Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind.
38 This is the first and great commandment.
39 And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.
40 On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets.

Posted in Christianity, Prayer, Trials & Blessings

IN THE PATH OF THE STORM (A Prayer for All in the Path of Hurricane Florence or Typhoon Mankhut)

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Prayers are being lifted for all in harm’s way
I cannot even imagine, what you are going through this day
Being told to leave all, and evacuate
Yes, leave all; but give all to God, before it’s too late

Lift your fears and worries to the One who truly cares
Let Him open the way out that you can safely reach
Give Him your heart, no matter how much it pounds
Give Him your heart, no matter how hopeless it sounds

Oh Lord, please keep Your loved ones
In the shelter of Your wings
Please grant them a sound mind
Amidst the confusing winds
May many more come to know You
As a Saviour in their sight
Knowing that those swirling powers
Can’t fight against Your might

In Jesus Name
Amen

 

Posted in Christianity, Healing, Hope, Inspiration, Loss, Love, Prayer, Songs

YOU MEAN MORE TO ME THAN MOTHER’S DAY (A Song for Anyone with a Sweet Mother’s Heart)

YOU MEAN MORE TO ME THAN MOTHERS DAY

O the sweetness of those words
You mean more to me than Mother’s Day
Touches deep, releases joy
Something only a dearest child could say

Chorus
Sometimes distance has its way
Sometimes others have their say
But still, my love survives in May
‘Cause you mean more to me than Mother’s Day
Yes, you mean more to me than Mother’s Day

Brings with them, sweet butterflies
Of fleeting memories from yesteryear
Interspersed with cherished love
Can sense their closeness, even if not near

Chorus
Sometimes distance has its way
Sometimes others have their say
But still, my love survives in May
‘Cause you mean more to me than Mother’s Day
Yes, you mean more to me than Mother’s Day

Brings a bouquet of sweet intent
And hugs that reach to eternity
Thankfulness for heaven’s gift
Preciousness with a face that’s so pretty

O may I feel your arms surround me
May I feel your breath upon me
May I feel your love towards me
Sweet child, sweet child, of mine

Chorus
Sometimes distance has its way
Sometimes others have their say
But still, my love survives in May
‘Cause you mean more to me than Mother’s Day
Yes, you mean more to me than Mother’s Day

© 2014 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

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AND NOW A PRAYER FOR ANYONE WITH A SWEET MOTHER’S HEART

YOU MEAN MORE TO ME THAN MOTHERS DAY (2)

Dearest Heavenly Father
I come before You to lift every Mother unto You
And even though Mother’s Day is a wordly affair
And every day should be Mother’s Day in a child’s heart
You are love
You know our need for love
So I lift all Mothers unto You
All who have never been Mothers
Yet have a Mothering heart
All who are with child at this very moment
But are on the verge of terminating that life
All who are with child at this very moment
But are fearful of losing that life
Due to complications, accidents, medications
All who have lost a child
All who have lost children
Whether miscarried
Stillborn
As an infant
A toddler
Child
Young teen
Teenager
Young adult
An adult
… to silence
All who have a Mothering heart
And through silent tears
Are unable to have children
But Lord
But with God
Nothing is impossible
All who are awaiting the news
Of a missing child
Desperate for news
Hoping, praying
That they will be returned
Safely into their nuturing arms
All who are unable to spend
Mother’s Day together
Due to distance
Sickness
Disagreements
Anger
Hurt
Pride
And any other Mother who due
To no fault of their own
Is just unable to share
This precious day
As is every day
Together
All Mothers who have lost their Mothers
As a child
And never knew them
As an adult
The grief is the same
Anyone who has lost their Mother
Those whose heart is breaking
Because their Mother is so sick
Fear worrying how they will cope without them
O Lord
O Lord
Please also bless those spending
Today together
May they be aware of the gift they have
May Your love abound
May Your love abound
Shed Your love abroad
May it enter deep within all hearts
Unto You Lord
Unto You Lord
Precious Lord
In Jesus Name I pray
Amen

© 2014 – current Liana Wendy Howarth

Posted in Christianity, Healing, Love, Prayer, Songs

YOU CHOSE ME

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I didn’t think I was good enough
Others had more worth
In my eyes I was second-class
But then You chose me

My ransom price You paid was priceless
I cannot fathom
Why would You want me, love me so
Yet You still chose me

I didn’t wear robes of righteousness
My face, void of joy
But You wrapped me in forgiveness
In love, You chose me

Jesus, in obedience You went
To the ready cross
Took my hand so I could witness
Why You did choose me

And together along Passion Road
At last I felt safe
But You were bowed with my burdens
Because You chose me

Squeezing my hand in love, I looked up
I couldn’t bear it
‘You don’t have to bear it, My child’
By faith you chose Me

To the cross, through the pain, through the night
The night-like hours, yes
I watched You mercifully die
Tears rolled, You chose me

You bore all my sins, past, future, now
To the cross, they nailed
But praise God, You defeated death
So glad I chose You

Jesus, You’re alive, yes, You’re alive
And now, so am I
All because You enabled me
That day to choose You

I no longer bear those sins of mine
Now they’re washed away
In rivers of unending grace
We chose each other

I didn’t think I was good enough
Others had more worth
In my eyes I was second-class
They’re lies, not the truth

© 2018 Liana Wendy Howarth

Posted in Christianity, Love, Prayer, Trials & Blessings

A BROKEN WING MELODY

 

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How will this broken wing ever fly
If I just give up, don’t even try
I cry out, Father, please mend my wing
I’ll soar on high, and my heart will sing

Ah! This broken wing has me downcast
My eyes wander on circumstance past
Must lift my head, sad eyes heavenward
To see Jesus, as You said I would

It feels so very bound with life’s care
And all who see me, wander, and stare
For I’m dragging lifeless melodies
This stone cold heart, only Father sees

But my wing isn’t really broken
And no-one sees what I have spoken
’Tis only a mind, believing lies
When a heart, all out, it tries and tries

How will this broken wing ever fly
If I just give up, don’t even try
I cry out, Father, please mend my wing
I’ll soar on high, and my heart will sing

I do want to be so mended though
So off to the prayer closet I go
Father, forgive me my brokenness
I will, and think nothing of you less

I see you floundering upon earth
I see your heart struggles to find worth
You are trying to fly on old wings
You have yet to receive what love brings

I’m going to open your heart now
Just believe in Me, and don’t ask how
Going to open those pretty eyes
Open closed off ears, and cast out lies

The prison door no more holds captive
Look to Me, my child, look and you’ll live
Reach forth, spread both wings, and learn to fly
Beat those new wings, freedom’s in the sky

Yes, this broken wing is healed to fly
I didn’t give up, I daily try
I cried out, Father, please mend my wing
He did, I soar, my heart can now sing

Oh! He healed this broken wing of mine
Healed it eternal, so I can shine
Fly, and scatter precious seeds on high
Comfort the suffering, and tears dry

© 2018 Liana Wendy Howarth

Posted in Christianity, Healing, Hope, Love, Prayer, Promise, Songs, Trials & Blessings

THE ROCK WAS STRUCK

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The Rock was struck, and out flew living water
The Rock was struck, and heaven’s treasures released
How wonderful to the dry parchèd pilgrim
Struggling to lift foot, because pride was increased

The Rock was struck, oh mercy and grace floweth
Man brought low; reluctant eyes summoned above
Heart whining; but body, provision kept whole
Refreshing streams soon quenched, abundant in love

The Rock was struck
The people cried
No more on self
Could one rely
The Rock was struck
But was it so
’Twas commanded
Say to this Rock
Anger prevailed
And promised land
Past veiled eyes sailed

The Rock was struck, instant relief was brought forth
But after awhile, stiff neck, hardened heart whined
We’re all the same, when one truly considers
Are we satisfied, or are we all just blind

The Rock was struck for you, upon Calvary’s tree
The Rock was struck for me, upon Calvary’s tree
This time though, out poured living water and life
Today, hear the truth people, and be set free

The Rock was struck
The people cried
No more on self
Could one rely
The Rock was struck
But was it so
’Twas commanded
Repent, believe
Sorrow prevailed
And promised land
His life, inhaled

© 2018 Liana Wendy Howarth

1 Then came the children of Israel, even the whole congregation, into the desert of Zin in the first month: and the people abode in Kadesh; and Miriam died there, and was buried there.

2 And there was no water for the congregation: and they gathered themselves together against Moses and against Aaron.

3 And the people chode with Moses, and spake, saying, Would God that we had died when our brethren died before the Lord!

4 And why have ye brought up the congregation of the Lord into this wilderness, that we and our cattle should die there?

5 And wherefore have ye made us to come up out of Egypt, to bring us in unto this evil place? it is no place of seed, or of figs, or of vines, or of pomegranates; neither is there any water to drink.

6 And Moses and Aaron went from the presence of the assembly unto the door of the tabernacle of the congregation, and they fell upon their faces: and the glory of the Lord appeared unto them.

7 And the Lord spake unto Moses, saying,

8 Take the rod, and gather thou the assembly together, thou, and Aaron thy brother, and speak ye unto the rock before their eyes; and it shall give forth his water, and thou shalt bring forth to them water out of the rock: so thou shalt give the congregation and their beasts drink.

9 And Moses took the rod from before the Lord, as He commanded him.

10 And Moses and Aaron gathered the congregation together before the rock, and he said unto them, Hear now, ye rebels; must we fetch you water out of this rock?

11 And Moses lifted up his hand, and with his rod he smote the rock twice: and the water came out abundantly, and the congregation drank, and their beasts also.

12 And the Lord spake unto Moses and Aaron, Because ye believed Me not, to sanctify Me in the eyes of the children of Israel, therefore ye shall not bring this congregation into the land which I have given them.

13 This is the water of Meribah; because the children of Israel strove with the Lord, and he was sanctified in them.

Numbers 20:1-13

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Through the Eyes of A Child

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sleeping baby on a hand

Father, please give me
The faith of a little child
Sprinkle beams of love
Calm every place that’s wild

Take me back to innocence
Where dreams brought pure joy
Wipe every falling tear
Your power in me, employ

Oh! How I long
To hear my Father’s voice
To see His hand in mine
To love Him, that’s my choice

No distractions, no fear
A learning playtime life
The brilliance of His creation
Washing away all strife

To see the flower
As the little bee sees
To smell the rose
As the air is fragranced
To speak of His love
As the singing birds do
To bask in the sunshine
To reflect soft moonlight
To breathe deep
With anticipation
Of adventures to come
Presents to open
Friends to share
Life
Abounding each day
To be given the love
The love of a Father
And know
I am His child
Safe
Loved
Wanted
Cherished

Father
Make me to be
Your little child
No matter my age
I can still love You
With the heart of an adult
Through the eyes of a child

There will be no judgment
No ‘I want that’
No ‘I won’t do it’
No ‘You can’t make me’
For, through the eyes of a child
Everything just happens
One way or another
One day or another
And this child
Won’t question
This child will believe
That my Father
Knows everything
Has everything
Will do anything
Anything, for me
His child
All the time
His Word
Embraces me

Father, that prayer
I sent heavenwards
Please give me childlike faith
Was answered long ago
Before I even asked
I know this as I write
It’s already mine
I don’t need to ask for it
It’s deep, deep inside
So, sorry for asking
You planted it
When, my life
I gave, I gave to Thine

© 2017 Liana Wendy Howarth

“Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, he shall not enter therein.” Mark 10:15

Posted in Christianity, Hope, Inspiration, Prayer, Songs

OUR NEW SONG …I DON’T WANT TO BE LIKE MARTHA ANYMORE … PLEASE LISTEN AND BE BLESSED

Just nine days ago, my sweet friend Kathleen from http://www.kathleensfaithwalk.com commented on this post saying we had another song. Well, here it is … Amazing grace … Another precious gift from above. Thank you Lord. To God be the glory, may it bless many.

Praying Girl

Chorus
I don’t want to be like Martha
Anymore, anymore, anymore
I don’t want to be like Martha
Captive to every fear and chore
I just want to be like Mary
At Jesus’ feet upon the floor
I just want to be like Mary
And listen at heaven’s healing door

Draw me to Thy voice
Draw me to Thy word
Draw me to the sweetest thing
These ears have ever heard

Close my eyes to see
Close my mouth to speak
Close every door open
Strengthen all that is weak

Chorus
I don’t want to be like Martha
Anymore, anymore, anymore
I don’t want to be like Martha
Captive to every fear and chore
I just want to be like Mary
At Jesus’ feet upon the floor
I just want to be like Mary
And listen at heaven’s healing door

Only in You is peace
Only in You is joy
Only You can love release
And turn all hatred’s ploy

Guide me to my place
Guide me to Thy feet
Guide away from all that takes
My heart from Thy heartbeat

Chorus
I don’t want to be like Martha
Anymore, anymore, anymore
I don’t want to be like Martha
Captive to every fear and chore
I just want to be like Mary
At Jesus’ feet upon the floor
I just want to be like Mary
And listen at heaven’s healing door

© 2015 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

Luke 10 KJV
38 Now it came to pass, as they went, that He entered into a certain village: and a certain woman named Martha received Him into her house.

39 And she had a sister called Mary, which also sat at Jesus’ feet, and heard His word.

40 But Martha was cumbered about much serving, and came to Him, and said, Lord, dost Thou not care that my sister hath left me to serve alone? bid her therefore that she help me.

41 And Jesus answered and said unto her, Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things:

42 But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.

Posted in Christianity, Healing, Hope, Prayer, Trials & Blessings

In Silent Times

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In silent times of tears I pray
And listen closely for Your guiding voice
A voice of sweetness offering hope
What else can I do, what other choice?

The need is great, despair would set in
Help thou me, my dearest Lord
To pray for those in desperate need
I feel useless, without Your sweet Word

Pour out Your mercy and love, most divine
Forgive; forgive us, those flailing with time
May Your grace, Your hand, Your blessed dear Spirit
Seek and find lost souls in this family of mine

Lighten the darkness, lift from the valley below
Silent times will then ring with glorious, sweet praise
Oh! Give God the glory, the fragrance sublime
And hope and salvation will triumphantly raise

© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

Posted in Christianity, Healing, Hope, Prayer, Trials & Blessings

I Thank You My Heavenly Father (A Prayer)

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I thank You, my heavenly Father
For the physical and spiritual food
Wherewith You will feed me this day
I thank you for holding me in the palm of Your hand
I thank you that even though the wounds have healed
On Jesus, they continue to bleed
For the souls of those who walk in darkness
(The cross and His shed blood are there for all)
I thank you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made
And that You, and only You, know everything about me
There is no bondage within me that You cannot break
There is no sickness hidden within me that You cannot heal
There is no sin within me that You cannot bring into the light
And forgive, once I am given the discernment to ask
For forgiveness upon realizing the depth and hideousness
Of that sin, those sins
Thank you for each and every breath
Mine and those of my loved ones
Thank you for the food on our table
Please bless it to our bodies
Please feed those who are hungry
The clothes on our backs
Please cover and wrap those who are naked
The shelter of our homes
Please cover and protect us this day, this night
Please cover those who are homeless, wandering
For our employment
Please open doors for those who desperately need
Or truly want to work and provide for themselves, loved ones
The love of family and friends
Please send love to those who are hurting
Who can walk along side them and catch their tears
Thank you bringing us through fiery trials
Unscathed
Thank you for being in our lives, always
Once we acknowledge You and that we need You
You are God and God alone
Almighty, awesome, perfect
Ever living, ever giving
Your hand bears endless gifts
Your heart shares endless love
Your life gives endless life
Through Jesus Christ our Saviour
Father, I lift all unto You
Who are suffering at this very moment
Who have lost loved ones
Who are awaiting news of loved ones
Who don’t know which way to turn
Who have turned and can’t face what meets them
Who are unwell, dying
Those who are well and don’t know that they are sick
Physically, spiritually
Those who don’t know You
Save them
Do know You
Keep them
Those who are being persecuted
Persecuted for Thy Name’s sake
Those who are feeling abandoned
Are abandoned, hopeless
Feeling unworthy, unloved
The poor and the needy
The widows and the orphans
The addicted, the lost
The afflicted, the abused
Man and animal, abused
Abusing
Forgive them, forgive me
Be glorified, magnified
May Thy Name be lifted on high
Father, I love You
You are mine and I am Yours
For Your precious Word says so
I commit this day to You
Please walk me through the wilderness
The dry river bed
Into the place of joy everlasting
In Jesus Name
Amen

© 2015 – present Liana Wendy Howarth