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A Light, It Shineth

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Belongeth us to Him, the King?
Then down on bended knee we bow
Surrendering our total, very being
All we have is forever, now

Sing Oh! glorious saints of His
Bring praises, praises; cry aloud
Shelter in His righteousness only
Watch for He cometh in a cloud

Dare we cast our glances downwards?
Following where our feet have been
Forever heaven-wards shall we be watchful
Eye shall then see what no eye hath seen

Delivereth us, our beautiful Saviour
Into pastures, green with love
Oh! Your mighty saving presence
Sent from our dear Father above

© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

IT’S A JOYFUL DAY (Song Lyrics)

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The birds sing heaven’s melody
The crisp air, it beckons praise
Nature’s cups, they open slowly
Ready to reflect His gaze

Listen to the love they’re singing
Every note holds mystery
History from times past till now
Your name’s there in His story

Chorus
You may be feeling lonely
You may be feeling blue
You may have given up
Please don’t
’Cause He’s in love with you

Take each song and make it your own
Hear the Lord gently calling
You’ve been given beautiful life
Raised up when you were falling

Yes, it can be so difficult
When everything seems just lost
Are you battling beyond belief
It took all, His death it cost

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O joyful day, O joyful day
Though the skies may be stormy and dark and grey
O joyful day, O joyful day
Receive Jesus in your heart and there He’ll stay

No, I haven’t experienced
Hurt and pain that some go through
Please come to the Father above
There’s peace through His Son, it’s true

Chorus
You may be feeling lonely
You may be feeling blue
You may have given up
Please don’t
’Cause He’s in love with you

Yes, He’s in love with you

© 2017 Liana Wendy Howarth

A Chorus of Heaven’s Love

Star Flower

Can you see the bars ‘cross heaven
Where the starry notes are laid
Each little sound, so reminiscent
Creation’s song which He first made

Flickering starlights, melodies pure
Reach eyes forth and discover His Word
Only in the darkest hour
Chorus seen, sight unheard

Some of us … in the deepest night
Some … in the light of day
Only those who pass through the grey, will
Forever see the love of His way

© 2013 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

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

Everything

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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ARE YOU SUFFERING IN ANY WAY RIGHT NOW?

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

It Only Takes One Tear

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Hi there everyone,
I’ve been pretty quiet around Poetry Cottage for awhile now. The Lord has blessed me with so, so many beautiful words over the last four years … it all feels very ‘dry’ now. He just placed upon my heart to start at the very beginning and repost, so that is what I will do. Not every one; but as He leads.

For my new followers and those reading for the first time, welcome and I pray that as we walk upon this beautiful path of scattered fragrance that you will be blessed. For those of you have read them before, may a new favorite be found, and may you, too, be blessed. To God be the glory.

As Christmas approaches I will intersperse the relevant posts.

IT ONLY TAKES ONE TEAR

Each day brings forth a new beginning
Tears dry
Tears fall
Sometimes they just remain hidden
They help to cleanse and heal
They help to release pain
They help to find our lives within
A rainbow they conceal

Never Give Up

Today is the anniversary of my mother’s death. I felt to share this again and maybe encourage if but one …

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Eight years ago, my beautiful mother passed away. Six years ago, my wonderful brother passed away. She was eighty, he was forty-eight. She had Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma, he had Acute Myeloid Leukaemia. Neither knew the Lord when diagnosed. So I say never give up.

So many times during the course of mother’s illness, we would talk about my precious Lord. Her beliefs were scattered though and she loved anything to do with Tibet. Whenever we discussed anything to do with the Bible, she somehow managed to skirt around the topic and the subject was closed. This always happened. She was looking for something and would try anything and listen to anyone about everything. Yes, it’s important to listen to others; but not at the expense of one’s eternal life. Everything seemed like a joke. She would go to church; but was forever questioning, sometimes in the middle of a service (makes me smile now; but quite embarrassing at times).

Her illness stayed in remission for about five years. It returned. In the final couple of weeks, the questions continued. I played beautiful Christian music for her when she could no longer get out of bed. I had the Bible in audio form and jamming the repeat button, played the Psalms for her, just on low; but high enough for her too drink in God’s promises.

My Pastor’s mother visited and the questions, yes they kept coming. Still she was undecided. We showed her a plaque with “My God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus”. Still she questioned. Oh! The questions. The Name of Jesus was highlighted for her in the Scripture verse. No other god, image, idol.

Suddenly the Light began to enter her understanding and I believe it was then, only a few short weeks before she died, that she finally began to stop fighting and accept and be loved by Jesus. He had opened her eyes. She questioned again, but she had changed. God’s love shone through her. She had us throw out a statue on her windowsill. A peace settled on her. On us.

Hospital then the nursing home awaited. Psalm 23 played on and on and on. It was also above her head on a beautifully carved, wooden wall hanging. The Shepherd Psalm filled her very being. She couldn’t escape it.

The day she passed was so sad and yet so peaceful. With her last breaths few and far between, (by now my Father and I believed she had gone), I whispered into her ear that Jesus loved her and so did we. All of a sudden she breathed a great breath. It was such a shock that I jumped back and her bed moved, which was a further shock as I didn’t realize that the brakes weren’t on. Such a beautifully painful death. Yet I witnessed her spirit leave. I sensed it. I sensed her life depart.

Praise God, she is with Him. All of those years causing friction, sadness, questioning, frustrations all accumulated into one glorious ending. Underneath are the Everlasting Arms.

So never give up. There is always hope. In every breath, there is hope.

My brother endured months of horrendous treatment and was in ICU for many weeks with only about eight months from diagnosis to final hour. He didn’t believe in God either and conversations between us became somewhat heated at times. Sadness prevailed.

In hospital I would try and once again bring Jesus into the discussions. Not interested. I would pray silently by his bedside when we were the only ones in his room.

Then came the call. I asked his wife to place the phone to his ear. She said he wouldn’t hear me. I spoke lovingly to him of the Lord and prayed desperately for him. All I could hear was laboured breathing. Finishing just as she came back onto the line, I praise God that I was able to witness to him, one last time.

He died. I left him with God. I just didn’t know.

But I never gave up. Nothing is impossible with God.

The Everlasting Rose

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My love, My love, take a petal from the rose
Take a petal from the rose that I gave you

Each one holds a key to the secret gift
Oh! Let Love restore the brokenness in you

The petal of hope
It’s filled with new dreams
With all of My love
Deserts into streams

The petal of joy
It’s filled with new praise
New oil to anoint
And flow through your days

The petal of peace
It’s filled with comfort
Embrace all given
My arms will support

The petal of love
What more can I say
The petal of choice
Along life’s hard way

My love, My love, take a petal from the rose
Take a petal from the rose that I gave you

Each one holds a key to the secret gift
Oh! Let Love restore the brokenness in you

Yes, there’s a petal of encouragement
A petal, soft and grand
A petal for when discouragement
Leaves a heart sunk in grief’s sand

Petals, a petal
Purity, serene
Words cannot write words
To grasp a rose, so serene

So take what I’ve given you
It’s a balm for where it hurts
Let the fragrance of the perfect rose
The fragrance of the perfect rose
Fill you deep within, so very deep within
Each petal, a rose story, red covers every sin

My love, My love, take a petal from the rose
Take a petal from the rose that I gave you

Each one holds a key to the secret gift
Oh! Let Love restore all brokenness in you

© 2016 Liana Wendy Howarth

Out of the Well of Despair

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He drew me from the well of despair
Drew me from filth and disrepair
And as He drew me higher still
Into His love, into His will
A new creation was blooming
And I’m no longer assuming
That no-one will ever love me
Want me, need me, choose me, love me
As I saw the walls of the well
The well into which my life fell
Take on the glow of my Saviour’s face
My heart wall crumbled, fell in place
Grows lighter with each passing day
As I am drawn further away
From life of torment, hopelessness
Now (beautifully) forming in His comeliness

Imagine yourself in this basket of love
As He lifts you up into His arms above
The closer you get to His wondrous, sweet face
Life will intensify in beauty and grace

© 2016 Liana Wendy Howarth