GOODBYE FOR NOW, DEAR FRIEND

Glowing butterflies with sparkle stars

Sometimes in life
There comes across your path
A sparkling jewel from heaven
Words of wisdom
Comforting arms
Even when silence is golden
Knowing they are there
And when they say your name
You remember a voice
Distinctly their own
Showered with heaven’s love

© 2018 Liana Wendy Howarth

SINGING IN THE VALLEY (Song Lyrics)

lily of the valley flower white

Can you sing when seas are stormy
Can you sing when skies are grey
Can you sing when meadows lose their green
Or flowers bloom but do not stay?

Will you sing in valleys so deep
Atop mountains you have scaled
Where the winds echo silent hurts and
You’ve lost sight of hands that were nailed?

Chorus
Listen carefully and you will hear
The beautiful voice of One so dear
He’s never left you, He’s always near
Singing in the valley, crystal clear

Open lips and bring forth sweet praise
Push through the darkness and sing
Sing of the tiniest blessing known
He’ll lift your voice, more blessings bring

And you can because He says so
For our Saviour knows the way
He knows where every breath will lead us
The crescendo of our life’s day

Chorus
Listen carefully and you will hear
The beautiful voice of One so dear
He’s never left you, He’s always near
Singing in the valley, crystal clear

Singing in the valley, can you hear
Our beautiful Lord’s voice, rising near
He’s singing you a love song
And I can hear your name
So let’s lift our voices high
And do the same

© 2015 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

MY TURN NOW

Yesterday, it was today
Today, it is tomorrow
Always waiting for the day
A miracle heals sorrow

I’m waiting at the window
The window of my desire
Desire to see sweet changes
And freedom from what I tire

Sunrise once again brings forth
Dark clouds on my horizon
But I must press on, press through
These weary clouds to Zion

Eyes see what I see for now
Ears hear only this moment
My heart beats on, through Your touch
Amazing grace, love has sent

I know as I know what’s known
Each step a struggle in time
Waiting to hear ‘my turn now’
And heaven’s bells sweetly chime

Oh! Jesus, yes, here I am
Standing in the healing line
Please let your sweet virtue flow
Oh! Please, please let it be mine

I said ‘here I am, it’s me’
You said, ‘I asked who We’d send
Not for you; but for others
Yes, for those who couldn’t fend’

‘I’m so sorry Lord, forgive
Forgive my oft selfish heart
But I’ve read so many times
Healing virtue You impart’

‘Yes, my child, I do impart
But why, why would I impart
What’s already imparted?
It flowed from My broken heart’

‘I loved you, love you, and child
Child you’re forgiven, and healed
Look to the cross, I’m risen
Victory is won, and sealed’

‘Thank you Lord, I see, send me
Not for me; but for others
Your love it gives to embrace
Hearts of sisters and brothers’

Yes, it’s today, has it changed?
My vision of what is true
Sun is up, the clouds have gone
They’re there; but I can see You

I’ve been looking for healing
I’ve been looking for escape
Failed to see it’s before me
Healing words on me, You drape

You arose, I was set free
Free from hopelessness, and fear
You arose, my Love, Jesus
Healing in Your wings, it’s near

I’ve had my turn, I receive
There’s no need to keep searching
I receive all You freely gave
Freely, continuously

Oh! Lord, hold me, don’t let go
Oh! Lord, please help me to see
(Remove all non-heaven shades)
The Truth, truth that makes me free

Your word is so beautiful
Your word is heaven’s delight
Your word brings new life, and love
I surrender, You ignite

Oh! Lord, I receive …

© 2018 Liana Wendy Howarth

“Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then said I, Here am I; send me.” Isaiah 6:8 KJV

The Transparent Tree Of Winter

Truly Beautiful.

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The Transparent Tree Of Winter

The bare, transparent tree of Winter
all its leaves now fallen armor
yet, there it stands in all its beauty
for all the world in awe to see

They never look more beautiful
than without their cover of colors plentiful
cleansed by the falling snow’s purity
blanketed in God’s promised surety

Eloquent is their peaceful surrender
to the dying of God’s spiritual Winter
knowing of their rebirth to come in Spring
when once again their leaves shall sing

Tis a precious grace to be transformed in transparency
letting go of all the worldly conformity
Tis a precious grace to follow the example of the Winter tree
that in awe others may see through us God’s beauty!

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YOUR ASSISTANCE IN MY RESISTANCE

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I look around
Where, where am I going?
I can’t hear Your voice
I don’t seem to be growing
Oh! Lord, come rescue me
Inside my head I’m groaning
Fed up with merry-go-round existence
And You’re growing weary of my resistance??
Come rescue me

Son, daughter, oh! thou searching one
You’re rescued so stop looking back
Reach your hand a little further
I’m waiting, My heart is not slack
I’m waiting, there’s nothing I lack
No, there’s nothing, nothing I lack

Where are You Lord?
Your footsteps are hidden
I’m crying inside
And the tears are forbidden
Oh! Lord come rescue me
I’m trapped, and so guilt-ridden
How can I keep surviving the distance?
Only through Your love, power and assistance
Come rescue me

Son, daughter, oh! thou searching one
You’re rescued so stop looking back
Reach your hand a little further
I’m waiting, My heart is not slack
I’m waiting, there’s nothing I lack
No, there’s nothing, nothing I lack

So You are here?
Really, truly with me?
Lord, the cloud is gone
Enabling me to now see
Oh! Lord, You rescued me
And in You I can now be
More faithful in my love and persistence
And hear Your sweet voice at heaven’s insistence

At peace as the sun scatters all my fears
And new revelation dries all of my tears
You rescued me, You rescued me
Reached down, and I reached up
But only because, and only because
Your hand lifted mine to entwine with Yours
And turned my mourning into jubilant cheers
Turned my mourning into jubilant cheers

© 2018 Liana Wendy Howarth

The Lord is not slack concerning His promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance. 2 Peter 3:9 KJV