Posted in Christianity, Hope, Trials & Blessings

Decision Time

everyone has a choice

Can a sparrow count the cost
Can you understand what you’ve lost
Only by the Saviour’s hand
Only love abounding and firm
Listen carefully dear child, be Mine
The time is now, decision time

Look to the skies, ever changing
Fires and floods, not abating
Sickness taking man into bondage
Tears of grief overflowing sadness
You cannot run, nowhere to hide
The hour has come, decision time

Nothing you can do on your own
Each life will reap what is sown
No amount of money will lessen the load
Stores will dwindle, footsteps search the roads
O cry out to the One who will deliver
The minute has come, decision time

Is there an emptiness deep within
Has material gain softened the win
See, open your eyes, and ask to see
Hear, open your ears, and ask to hear
The clock is ticking, tic toc, tic toc
The second has come, decision time

Today, when … today, if you will hear His voice
That’s now, right now, and many are making that choice
Brokenness will be mended, and life breathed anew
Fear will be cast out, as only perfect love can do
It’s your time, come, lay at Jesus’ feet
Time to say, Jesus … Please remember me

 © 2020 Liana Wendy Howarth

Posted in Christianity, Healing, Hope, Love, Poems, Promise

He Lives, We Die

purple water lily

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

© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

Posted in Christianity, Healing, Hope, Trials & Blessings

He Bottles Our Tears

He Bottles Our Tears

They cost us nothing; but cost Him everything

… … …

These are gifts from our Heavenly Father

Nothing we can do; but receive them with thanksgiving and obedience

Love … Forgiveness … Joy … Peace

Freedom … Eternal life … Death of old life

Redemption … Salvation

Mercy … Grace

Hope … Compassion

Repentance … Yes, even repentance

Faith … The precious wonder of this priceless gift

Daily blessings

Trials … The heat of the furnace … The hotter, the more it hurts, the more humble we become

Ready to serve

To love even more

Yes, everything is from God


Our lives are definitely in His hands

Surrendered to Jesus?  Praise God

May your love for Him intensify each and every day

Or are you struggling intensely with internal strife?

At the crossroads and you must move forth?

Choose life

Choose Jesus

The beautiful gateway … the open door … eternal freedom … eternal love

He is calling you today

Frightened of surrender?

Surrender is not giving yourself to a life of bondage

With Christianity, surrender is freedom

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May God bless all who read this and may the Truth prevail in your life

May you rest in His perfect love for you

May you feel His compassion flow in and through you

May His great mercies manifest in your life today

May your wanderings from fear, hopelessness and anguish be gone

In Jesus Name.  Amen

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Call out to Him.

He will answer every prayer lifted up … unable to speak … don’t know what to say?

He will give you the words

Maybe you can’t hear them; but they’re there and He can

Each prayer lifted up with genuine tears

Every tear tells a story

Maybe you cannot cry anymore for your tears have flooded your life for so long

He will hear each broken heart – for every broken heart cries unseen tears within

And every broken heart releases love with that pain

He knows

He will answer

He loves you

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Jesus saith unto him, I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by Me.’

John 14:6 KJV

Posted in Christianity, Hope, Inspiration, Trials & Blessings

A Mourning Revelation


During sweet prayer time this morning the Lord revealed something beautiful to me:

In our GRIEVING there is no comfort.

His word says in Psalm 30:5b “ … weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning”.

In Matthew 5:4 “Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted”.


Comfort comes when we mourn. There is joy in comfort.

Let’s take the Living Word deep into our heart. He is life and life eternal.

For any interested in understanding the difference between grief and mourning, please ask the Father to reveal His truth to you.

Please remember, should you wish to comment, that this is what He spoke gently to me. To all who love Him, He shows revelation personally. Your understanding may differ to mine.

God bless you all.

Posted in Christianity, Hope, Love, Songs


sun nature sea grass

If you search me you will find
I’m lost within His story
He deflects my suffering
And I reflect His glory

And I am nothing without Him
My dear Father loved loves me so
Loving so much He sent His Son
So through Him, love’s blessings would flow

There is nothing that I have been through
Am going through or yet to endure
Times I’ve struggled or haven’t the strength
When circumstances find me lacking
He always knows my innermost cry
Yesterday, today, tomorrow

If you search me you will find
New life redeemed from old strife
He deflects my suffering
And I reflect His life

And I am nothing without Him
Sweet Jesus He loved loves me so
Loving so much He died for me
How much love, will I ever know?

So I’ll sing of all He’s accomplished
In my days and in all I hold dear
Drawing on His immutable word
Forever in love and trusting ’cause
He always knows my innermost sigh
Yesterday, today, tomorrow

If you search me you will find
His pure light upon my face
He deflects my suffering
And I reflect His grace

© 2015 Liana Wendy Howarth

Posted in Christianity, Healing, Poems, Promise

The Beauty of Psalm 23

flock of sheep sheep group
I thank you Lord for memories
This very day, all that it holds
For every welcome tomorrow
For life itself, each breath I take
And all that You’ve given to me
You’ve blessed me with more, so much more
Than I deserve or dare to dream

’Cause when I call, You will answer
You are my heavenly Shepherd
I walk lovingly at Your side
You lay me down in pastures green
Tiny patch to broadest meadow
Beside still waters midst the storm
Dark turmoil turned to crystal stream

And Your love for me delivers
My soul is wonderfully restored
From the depths of deepest despair
You lead where no one else can go
Pure righteousness, it permeates
Peace in sight of Your rod and staff
No fear of the enemy’s scheme

My unchanging One, whom I love
You lay tables of sweet plenty
Anoint my head with precious oil
I watch, it overflows others
Immersed in goodness and mercy
Lead me forth to eternal home
Forever lost in Your eyes’ gleam

I thank you Lord for memories
This very day and all that it holds
For every welcome tomorrow
For life itself, each breath I take
And all that You’ve given to me
You’ve blessed me with more, so much more
Than I deserve or dare to dream

© 2015 Liana Wendy Howarth

Psalm 23
1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.
4 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.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

Posted in Christianity, Healing, Inspiration, Trials & Blessings

H … O … P … E


african daisy flower nature

May you reach forth through every struggle, through the darkness, open your heart and receive God’s love …

He loves you as no one else can and is waiting for you to let go of all that hinders your relationship with Him.

There is nothing that you have ever said or done that He won’t forgive. It doesn’t matter how badly you think of yourself or how badly you think others think of you that you cannot receive His forgiveness.

He has enough love for everyone.

He is waiting for you. He wants to dry your tears and heal your hurts.

Let Him.


“For God so loved the world, that He gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” John 3:16

Posted in Christianity, Healing, Hope, Inspiration, Poems, Prayer



I cannot express my words; but still
Upon cleanest paper with the Master’s quill
My prayer goes out to all whom seem lost
Unbelief in my Saviour, who died at all cost
Please, dearest Father, fetch my heart’s distant cry
Bring to the forefront before time run’s dry
My loved ones are trapped upon distant shore
Release them from darkness, I can’t ask for more
The wondrous glories of Thy brilliant creation
Continue to shine and sing with much jubilation
Yet those whom I treasure are stumbling blindly
Can’t yet see of Heaven’s Love given free, so kindly
I cannot express my words; but still
I know my Lord hears all that’s lifted in His will
Precious One to whom every knee shall bow
Fill the void in my life and answer me now
Save my and all whom I hold dear, our loved ones
Open the door, open the eyes, fill with Thy saving grace
Bring all to a knowledge of Eternal Life, show Thy face
The depths of my being shed tears of deep pain
And like the parch-ed, barren land, rivers still need the rain
Fill us dear Father with Thy promises of Love
Thine repentance and forgiveness, gifts falling from above
Remember not the sins of our dear family
Love our loved ones with Thy Love as a new day we see
Dawning on the nights of their unknown pain
Wondrous fragrance, new life, spring-time colours … Salvation’s rain

© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth