The Tears of a Dry Heart – ‘A Beautiful Story’ in “Fragrance from the Spring”

stream in forest


Softly as a pure, white dove,

The snowflakes gently fell,

A little lamb was given us,

On that crisp, winter morn.


And as He grew, new life was found,

Found deep within the earth,

Petals beautifully did spring forth,

And not a blemish spoiled.


Fresh sounds of song rolled off the leaves,

Of fragrance laced with heaven,

And that dear lamb, God’s chosen One,

Was led toward that tree.


The tree of death, the tree of life,

And today this is given thee,

To die with Christ, be born again,

Never again be led astray.


The wondrous Shepherd of mankind,

With grace whispers your name,

Come forth, come forth,

From darkness holding, life begins with Me.


Take My hand and walk beside Me,

Bring your heart to pastures green,

Living waters will cleanse, restore you,

Open the gate that is nailed with My pain,

Your shame is taken,

My love is given,

Silent knocking on your heart no more.

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When tears have dried up; but you’re still in pain, open the floodgates of the reservoir and allow the Living Water to fill the emptiness of your broken heart.  Maybe once again.

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The Melody of Heaven

sun rays through clouds

And when He marches over that triumphant Hill

And my heart keeps time with each perfect beat of His will

I’ll know my Saviour loves me melodiously still

For He’s written my hymn in Heaven with His golden quill

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And each note, it bears my earthly name

As He calls again and again, always the same

Come unto Me, when you’re weary, exhausted, lame

I’ll fill your emptiness with pureness of angelic frame

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So angelic chords fill my now joyous days

‘Cause Jesus met me and mercifully showed me His ways

Bid me come, join the finest of psaltery rays

And sing praises under His loving, kind gaze

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© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth

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A Heart Alone

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The Lord impressed upon me this morning how very alone we are if we do not die to self

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‘Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit.’

John 12:24 KJV

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Alone and without hope

How alone …

Alone …

How alone without the Saviour

Literally alone

Friends, people may surround

But aloneness within prevails

And the heartbreaking thing about this is, that those afflicted, are unaware of it and therefore unable to comprehend the reason

… and the turmoil continues

In darkness alone



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But The Light of the world is waiting on the edge of that darkness

(John 9:5b KJV)

Waiting to infiltrate the darkness of life and flood it with life-giving breath

Just ask

Eternal life awaits

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The stone which hid, is rolled away

Jesus has risen; we are watching, swaying, and cry

Help us comprehend, dear Lord

He lives, the price, beyond our means was paid


He lives, hallelujah, we live

And because He lives, so must we die

Die to self, it’s our turn now

But all glory, He has blessed us to live in Christ


Surrender all your right to self

Grind emotions, thoughts and plans prepared

Let your Saviour’s power prevail in you

A new creation, tears and repentance succeed


Standing in the power of His mighty, precious Son

Escape the hold of earthly things

And acquaintances that beckon forth

Listen for that soft, small voice in turmoil that unfolds


Jesus calls us, gently leads us

We have no right or hold on the old life

And just as a flower bursts forth with sweet newness

In pain and anguish we are pushed out of hardness


Thank you for a life refreshed

Thank you for a life eternal

Thank you that You died, without surrender

We sing praises to our ever-loving Father


From “Fragrance from the Spring”