Category Archives: Promise

A Seed Planted

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Underneath the hardened dirt
Where eye can’t see or comprehend
Lies a little seed of hope
Waiting patiently to grow, be seen

This seed has been planted
Through much prayer and trial
This seed of promised healing
Hope for wellness, strength and life

Slowly, ever so slowly
Things begin to change
Newness of life springs forth
But still it is unseen

Unseen by one’s family, unseen by one’s friends
But the one in which it is planted
Knows that something is changing
Even though it is still deep, not found

The substance that surrounds it
Holds it dearly in place
And one day it will surface
And praises will be brought forth at last

But where are the praises before it is seen
Once it is planted, start praising
Encouraging, comforting, supporting

And showers of rain
The heat from sun-rays
All-in-all in surrounding substance
Will bring forth that healing
Until that healing is complete

The strength of a mighty oak
Oh, hardly seen; but still finely finished
A little crimson flower
A delight to all who see

© 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

A Love Letter

Christ on the cross
 One day soon
So very soon
I will return
And take My
Waiting people home
You may be discouraged
In pain
All by yourself
Draw hope
And find Me
I’m close by
Don’t think
I don’t care
Don’t wonder why
People say to do this
Do that and
You’ll be accepted
No, just trust Me
And as a child
Receive
Receive
Life’s here for the taking
Forgiveness of sins
And love to mend
Every heart breaking
Yes, one day soon
I will return
No one; but the Father
Knows the day or the hour
So today
Today
Bow no longer
To darkness
Let new life
Break forth
As you acknowledge
The cross
All that I died for
The life of Me drained
Drained out for you
And each cell bore a name
Yes, your name was there
I remember it clearly
Don’t ever believe
I never loved you enough
Loved you enough
Or failed to care
I want you to know
That the way
Has been paved
For you to return
To your heavenly Father
No longer separated
No longer turned away
Just loved
Accepted
Wanted
Needed
Please listen
I say this again
I love you, My child
From beginning to end

Love Jesus

© 2015 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

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It Only Takes One Tear

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Hi there everyone,
I’ve been pretty quiet around Poetry Cottage for awhile now. The Lord has blessed me with so, so many beautiful words over the last four years … it all feels very ‘dry’ now. He just placed upon my heart to start at the very beginning and repost, so that is what I will do. Not every one; but as He leads.

For my new followers and those reading for the first time, welcome and I pray that as we walk upon this beautiful path of scattered fragrance that you will be blessed. For those of you have read them before, may a new favorite be found, and may you, too, be blessed. To God be the glory.

As Christmas approaches I will intersperse the relevant posts.

IT ONLY TAKES ONE TEAR

Each day brings forth a new beginning
Tears dry
Tears fall
Sometimes they just remain hidden
They help to cleanse and heal
They help to release pain
They help to find our lives within
A rainbow they conceal

Never Give Up

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

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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.

HOLY SPIRIT (A Prayer or Song Lyrics)

HOLY SPIRIT PRAYER OR SONG LYRICS

When You breathe in me
Thoughts once evil are banished
When You breathe in me
Unpure thoughts, they all but vanish

When You act in me
Actions tell of Your love
When You act in me
All actions are powered from above

When You draw my heart
I’m drawn away from me
When You draw my heart
God’s love is all I see

When You strengthen me
Holy Spirit, I am empowered
When You strengthen me
The enemy is devoured

When You, in love, guard me
In love, I am protected
When You, in love, guard me
Hope flourishes and is resurrected

© 2014 – current Liana Wendy Howarth