His Masterpiece, the Colours of Emotion

The Beauty of the Artist

Velvet pink through powder blue
Brings me back to thoughts of You
Shades of orange to poppy red
Fragments of a night-time shed

Scattered pearls of deepest iris
Foliage laced with blossom fragrance, ‘tis
Everything I in awe witness
The Artist’s masterpiece of lovingkindness

Lemon hues and orange crème
Woven with a sparrow’s dream
Silvery grey washes all away
And so, the beginning of a brand new day

The clouds roll in and cast their shadow
And my heart senses the ebb of sweet brightness go
Yet behind the heavenly sunless sky
My Saviour watches, I know He is nigh

So when the palette of my life, it fades
And each stroke of His brush, it lovingly raids
The very core of this, my believing heart
I look beyond the grey and embrace His divine art

© 2013 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

BLOSSOM (Poem or Song Lyrics)

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Father, let me blossom in Your sweet time
Please don’t let me blossom thinking things are fine
Let me wait patiently
Till You have things in place
Perfectly perfected
For my time in space

Father, let me blossom in Your sweet time
Please don’t let me blossom til the season’s right
Let me trust and always
Know my life’s in Your hands
Perfectly perfected
In eternal plans

Father, let me blossom in Your sweet time
Please don’t let me blossom when darkness surrounds
With no ray of sunshine
Or heavenly showers
Perfectly perfected
Outside of liars

Father, it’s time for me to blossom now
To blossom and fill the air with sweet delight
Please colour my heart’s dream
With Thy will for my life
Perfectly perfected
For the Gardener’s knife

Father, You’ve opened the door of Your peace
And enabled me to wonderfully open
My new life unto You
Arrayed in spotless robe
Perfectly perfected
Home in new abode

© 2015 Liana Wendy Howarth

Cling, Cling, Cling

Cling, Cling, ClingCling, cling, cling
You heart will sing, sing, sing
When you bring, bring, bring
All to the … King

Cling, cling, cling
Shelter under His wing, wing, wing
Be fed from the spring, spring, spring
All from the … King

Cling, cling, cling
Melodies will ring, ring, ring
Morning to e .. ve .. ning
All to the … King

Cling, cling, cling
Wherever you’re dwell, dwel .. ling
Pray for under .. st .. an .. ding
And you’ll be forever … blos … som … ming

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth