water over ice

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

Through the Eyes of A Child

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
Abounding each day
To be given the love
The love of a Father
And know
I am His child

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


Just nine days ago, my sweet friend Kathleen from 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

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

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

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.

In Silent Times

fishing boats on calm beach

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

I Thank You My Heavenly Father (A Prayer)


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
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
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

© 2015 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

A Family Prayer

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Lord, You are Light, You are Love, You are Life
Fill me with pure breath, pure knowledge and delight
Watch over my family, keep them safe in Your arms
Please Oh! dear Lord, let us not come to harm

May Your sweet Word enter deep within souls
Cleanse us, teach us, supply all our needs
Bring us to a realization of our state
And shelter us deep within, before it’s too late

Shelter us in the shadow of Your cross
Where we can find life, where You suffered loss
Pour out Your mercy and grace, show us how
To ask for forgiveness, for sins past, future, now

Cover our home, our lives and our thoughts
Our speech, our minds and all that falls short
Of the glory of God, Lord of lords, King of kings
May wondrous in-awe praises, our mouths always sing

Lord, how we need you, Your compassion and full joy
Need You to flow through us, Your Salvation to enjoy
Teach us the fear of God ever-more
That we might not fear man, circumstances or any closed door

Oh! precious Saviour, may Your Spirit direct us
May Your presence, Your freedom, always surround us
Help us to remember to number our days
And may the light of Your Word bring us in step with Your ways

© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

May This Prayer Entwine Your Family Tree

Family Tree Prayer

Dearest Heavenly Father,
I pray that the True Vine (Jesus) wrap around and protect our family tree.
Comfort us,
Feed us,
Support us,
Save us.
Lift us and place us beside streams of Living Water.
And may every leaf (Thy precious word) upon the True Vine hold sweet healings for each life in this tree.
May Your strength hold us amidst the storms of life.
May Your peace settle upon each decision we need to make.
May Your love flow in and through each heart.
Each battered heart.
Each hurting heart.
Each heart that doesn’t even know there is trouble.
Each heart that doesn’t know and acknowledge You.
Forgive us.
And may the fragrance of Your love envelop us.
May Thy joy and not the world’s joy fill us … sustain us.
And Your hope … keep us.
In the mighty Name of Jesus,

My prayer for each family.
My family.

Never Give Up

Today is the anniversary of my mother’s death. I felt to share this again and maybe encourage if but one …


Eight years ago, my beautiful mother passed away. Six years ago, my wonderful brother passed away. She was eighty, he was forty-eight. She had Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma, he had Acute Myeloid Leukaemia. Neither knew the Lord when diagnosed. So I say never give up.

So many times during the course of mother’s illness, we would talk about my precious Lord. Her beliefs were scattered though and she loved anything to do with Tibet. Whenever we discussed anything to do with the Bible, she somehow managed to skirt around the topic and the subject was closed. This always happened. She was looking for something and would try anything and listen to anyone about everything. Yes, it’s important to listen to others; but not at the expense of one’s eternal life. Everything seemed like a joke. She would go to church; but was forever questioning, sometimes in the middle of a service (makes me smile now; but quite embarrassing at times).

Her illness stayed in remission for about five years. It returned. In the final couple of weeks, the questions continued. I played beautiful Christian music for her when she could no longer get out of bed. I had the Bible in audio form and jamming the repeat button, played the Psalms for her, just on low; but high enough for her too drink in God’s promises.

My Pastor’s mother visited and the questions, yes they kept coming. Still she was undecided. We showed her a plaque with “My God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus”. Still she questioned. Oh! The questions. The Name of Jesus was highlighted for her in the Scripture verse. No other god, image, idol.

Suddenly the Light began to enter her understanding and I believe it was then, only a few short weeks before she died, that she finally began to stop fighting and accept and be loved by Jesus. He had opened her eyes. She questioned again, but she had changed. God’s love shone through her. She had us throw out a statue on her windowsill. A peace settled on her. On us.

Hospital then the nursing home awaited. Psalm 23 played on and on and on. It was also above her head on a beautifully carved, wooden wall hanging. The Shepherd Psalm filled her very being. She couldn’t escape it.

The day she passed was so sad and yet so peaceful. With her last breaths few and far between, (by now my Father and I believed she had gone), I whispered into her ear that Jesus loved her and so did we. All of a sudden she breathed a great breath. It was such a shock that I jumped back and her bed moved, which was a further shock as I didn’t realize that the brakes weren’t on. Such a beautifully painful death. Yet I witnessed her spirit leave. I sensed it. I sensed her life depart.

Praise God, she is with Him. All of those years causing friction, sadness, questioning, frustrations all accumulated into one glorious ending. Underneath are the Everlasting Arms.

So never give up. There is always hope. In every breath, there is hope.

My brother endured months of horrendous treatment and was in ICU for many weeks with only about eight months from diagnosis to final hour. He didn’t believe in God either and conversations between us became somewhat heated at times. Sadness prevailed.

In hospital I would try and once again bring Jesus into the discussions. Not interested. I would pray silently by his bedside when we were the only ones in his room.

Then came the call. I asked his wife to place the phone to his ear. She said he wouldn’t hear me. I spoke lovingly to him of the Lord and prayed desperately for him. All I could hear was laboured breathing. Finishing just as she came back onto the line, I praise God that I was able to witness to him, one last time.

He died. I left him with God. I just didn’t know.

But I never gave up. Nothing is impossible with God.


dying flower
Sometimes it hurts so much you want to cry
’Cause the world that you see all around you
Looks ever so much, much more beautiful
You want so badly to show your loved ones
And share the love that you have been given
But there’s a wall of, I don’t want to know
When the ones that you love don’t believe

They’re with you in heart
Whether they’re with you
Keep lifting them up
Pray for hearts anew

Pray for hearts anew
All deserve a chance
Love can fill the old
Cause a heart to dance

Cause a heart to dance
Open prison doors
Sing sweet salvation
Lift to heaven’s shores

Hold on to your hope for them always
Don’t despair that it’s ever too late
Just trust in the One who did save you
And stay close to the Shepherd’s life gate

Sometimes it hurts so much you want to cry
’Cause the world that you see all around you
Looks ever so much, much more beautiful
You want so badly to show your loved ones
And share the love that you have been given
But there’s a wall of, I don’t want to know
When the ones that you love don’t believe

So keep on, keeping on
Reading, praying, watching
The Way, the Truth, the Life
The Only Way
The Only Truth
The Only Life
The Lord Jesus Christ

And one day, just maybe
They’ll see what you can see
Oh! They’ll see what you can see

© 2016 Liana Wendy Howarth

“Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by Me.” John 14:6 KJV


Keep Me in Thy Presence Lord

sunflowers sunshine flower

Keep me in Thy presence Lord
For there’s no other way
For Thy sweet fullness of joy
To fill me this fine day

Keep me in Thy presence Lord
Or else I’ll go astray
Wander off Thy Word lit path
End up losing my way

Keep me in Thy presence Lord
To act and think and say
All that Your Word commands me
And at Jesus’ feet lay

Keep me in Thy presence Lord
And may I always stay
In the hands of the Potter
Surrendered as Thy clay

Keep me in Thy presence Lord
Each day Lord, this I pray
For life has been bought for me
There’s nothing left to pay

© 2016 Liana Wendy Howarth