His Death, Our Life

the cross

Pierced by hatred
Pierced by thorns
Crowned with pain
He died for all

Unrelenting agony
Suffered He for us
Torn, jagged flesh
Whipped with cruel bone

Life, it left Him
Emptying, abandoning
Covering every sin upon Him
Crimson, yet spotless, He bled for me

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
In bondage to those nails
A prisoner; but free
Fulfilling the will of the Father

May we never cease to cherish
That cherished moment
When He cried, “It is finished”
Glory to God in Heaven, forever shall be

Step Into His Footprints


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Intensify my love for Thee,
Upon the misty shore,
Where Thou once walked with Divine footprints,
And left me desperately searching for more.

How can I follow Thee … at that,
Thy firmest plea of command?
Found in precious words of the Word,
(I need to see the way Thou hast taken),
To follow and there I’ll stand.

Help me Father, Son and Holy Spirit,
No fear given, no fear of any kind,
Clothed me so lovingly with priceless wonders,
Power, love and a disciplined mind.

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth

‘For God gave us not a spirit of fearfulness; but of power and love and discipline.’ 2 Timothy 1:7 American Standard Version (1901)

‘There is no fear in love: but perfect love casteth out fear, because fear hath punishment; and he that feareth is not made perfect in love. We love, because He first loved us.’ 1 John 4:18-19  American Standard Version (1901)


‘Childhood Memories of England’ in “Fragrance from the Spring”

Little Robin in Snow
‘As I write this, I am all grown up,
But they still remain with me,
The memories of England,
Even though I’m all grown up.

White Christmas, holly and cousins,
Presents and laughter,
Seasons that change,
And pocket money in tins.

Sitting on Nana’s bed,
So high in the air,
Counting my fortune,
Enough of that said.

Snowdrops and daffodils,
A baby lamb in my arms,
Not soft like it looks,
Squares of hay on the hills.

Little thatched cottages,
Rose gardens and rakes,
Cobbled lanes,
My life in different stages.

But most of all,
I remember the snow,
The soft falling of snow,
On our trees so tall.

Snowmen and carrots,
Mittens and gloves,
Wellington boots,
I miss them lots.

But these are all memories,
Hidden far away,
And like a book,
Can be opened,
Day after day.

Now I have my own children,
And the present will be their memories,
I hope they will be as special as mine are,
Memories to draw on, when they’re women and men.

But where I had snow,
White Christmas and cold,
I wonder what they will remember,
And the places they will go.

As long as they remember ……. love,
Because that’s what I feel,
With my memories,
My childhood memories ……. love.

A great big ship was looming in my future,
That carried me across the seas,
But my family was with me,
So my memories stayed behind.
Still ……. I brought them with me. A ten year old child.’

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Forever Filled With Silent Peace

Follow Him

‘The waves were apounding and

The noise was astounding

Upon turbulent waters so bare

And there was no peacefulness reigning

In a heart that was draining

Deep down in the depths of despair

and yet

Peace prevailed on the silvery seas

If one lived to praise on their knees

The turbulence was stilled

And the storms were contained

In a life where He reigned

And with love eternally filled’

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth

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‘And He saith unto them, Follow Me, and I will make you fishers of men.’  Matthew 4:19 KJV

Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on Thee: because he trusteth in Thee.’  Isaiah 26:3 KJV

I Have to Say Goodbye to My Daddy Today

I have to say goodbye to my Daddy today
He leaves on the night-time train
Yes, I’m all grown up and yet
It still causes deep anguish and pain

Does this pre-emptiness also touch his heart
As child tears like an abandoned river flow?
‘Tis early morning and the sun is hidden
And as my writing stalls … he’s preparing to go

He’s shared our lives for two blessed years
And how blessed they seem only now
Oh! How life is taken so shamefully, sadly for granted
As each tick of the clock to time bows

Five summers, four winters, four autumns, five springs
Ago; my mother, his wife, she did die
Three summers, two winters, two autumns, two springs
Ago; his son, my brother … to him we also had to say goodbye

And so, in painfulness/numbness, I try
To absorb what is truly happening
For in a few short hours, as the precious moments fleet past
At the railway station, lives will separate with departing

That’s it … my childhood family will be no more
With me in this great heartland
The vastness of ocean will separate us
My tears lessen the depth of sand

For as the droplets of deep, deep sorrow
Fall, and will fall enveloping each breath
My childhood sense of security
Once again is broken as in death

The death of a loved one as only you can love
So in love with, that eternity lights it with gold
I know I am mourning; but life, it wills on
‘Tis but another story endless waves will carry as of old

But today is today, it will go away
And I praise God, the Lord’s mercies are new
I don’t know what His mercies will lovingly bring this day
I love Him so dearly … another memory captured through and through

I thank you dear Daddy, I thank you dear Father
Two wonders the Lord has gifted to my life
But still as my earthly love of father crosses distant lands
The thought of separation cuts my heart like a knife

… the clock, it steams forward
And I cannot stop it. Swallowing time, it marches forth
‘Twill soon be that bittersweet moment – say goodbye
A few smiles, bear hugs … for all love’s worth
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As many read this, the train will have long gone
And my Daddy will be on his way
Back to his beloved earthly homeland
Where his longing thoughts did forever stray

My Dad, he needed to go back … go back
To his ‘childhood’ memories – England
Needed to feel the distant soil once more
Under his restless, battle-torn feet again

I feel like I’ve lost him; but I know it has pained him
Watching others living out his life’s dreams
Yes, it’s so hard to let go, when heart strings do tug so
And childhood presents of mind past, drift away with the streams

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Praying for all who have lost loved ones
All who are losing loved ones
All who have had dreams shattered
All who need hope
Love, understanding, love.
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Psalm 23
‘The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: For thou art with me; Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:
Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
And I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.’ KJV
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1 Corinthians 13:7 Love
‘Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.’ KJV
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Hebrews 13:5
‘… and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.’ KJV
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Heavenly Father,
These last few hours I spend with Dad,
Be glorified Lord,
Hold our hearts in Your hands,
Catch our tears,
Hug us and never let us go,
In Jesus Name,

Dusk Inspiration – Another Beautiful Flower Lays Down to Sleep

crying tulip

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As night falls, each little petal bows its head as it closes and forms a sweet, soft pillow around its heart, allowing the tears of the late air to flow silently downwards.

Each Precious Note Sent Heavenwards from Feathered Song

Each precious note sent heavenwards from feathered song, rises and completes nature’s symphony.


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Summer’s here, the birds do chime
Flower’s blossoming, fragrant with time
Joyful laughter filling still air
The warmth of His Love, covering each care

Breathe in the beauty of heavenly sight
Hear little rosebuds sigh with delight
The dew of the morning strengthens within
Cleansed and healed by our glorious King

Oh! Sing all His children, babe or with grey
Dance with the timbrels on this bright, fresh day
Let all the trials and pains that do test
Find peace, grace and mercy, alone in His rest

(another poem from my e-book “Fragrance from the Spring”)