I’M READY FOR A MAKEOVER (Song Lyrics)

vector stylish wallpaper home living room sofa
Chorus
So I’m ready for a makeover, Lord
The lining of my heart is pretty tired
Please embroider Your word upon its wall
And may faith, hope and love be rewired

Spending too much time away from You
With too many empty thoughts
Filling my time with things of no worth
Now my life is out of sorts

The carpet of my long wanderings
Have worn feeble footsteps in
Took me places where I shouldn’t go
And right back into the arms of sin

Chorus
So I’m ready for a makeover, Lord
The lining of my heart is pretty tired
Please embroider Your word upon its wall
And may faith, hope and love be rewired

The old curtains that have tried to hide
Anything wrong in Your eyes
Things that I have tried to justify
Things that just cover up lies

The paintings despicting long lost scenes
Of life daily fleeting by
Show my emotions long held captive
On display, hung out to dry

Chorus
So I’m ready for a makeover, Lord
The lining of my heart is pretty tired
Please embroider Your word upon its wall
And may faith, hope and love be rewired

The couch once full of so much comfort
Floral hues everywhere
Your word rejoiced and filling each need
Now my poor mind is threadbare

Bridge
Recover me
Recover me
Recover me with Your love
Recover me with Your promises
Recover me with Love

Chorus
I thank You Lord, You’ve now made me over
My whole heart, it’s replastered and new
You embroidered Yourself upon its wall
And faith, hope and love are embraced, it’s true

© 2015 Liana Wendy Howarth

‘A Day in the Life of a Teenager’ in “Fragrance from the Spring”

Jan 28th, 2013 076

(INNER TURMOIL)

‘The sun has a-risen,
Stunning (hah!) clothes to wear,
My hair needs a makeover,
I collapse in the chair.

The alarm’s still ringing,
Shrilling in my head,
An English exam today,
Why can’t I stay in bed?

No one understands,
What I have to go through,
Day after day and always,
A million things to do.

Mum’s yelling out,
And Dad’s on the move,
Why can’t they chill out,
And get with the groove?

Everyone fighting,
For breakfast, lunch and space,
What on earth is this all about,
This need to beat the human race?

No! I don’t know what,
I want to do when I grow up (some more),
I’m in a hurry, going to be late,
So I’m running out the door.

Why can’t they leave me alone,
Teachers, parents, friends?
I’m sure I’m trying my hardest,
Oh! Far out, I’ve forgotten my pens.

And as for that old English test,
The teachers all tell a different tale,
But it never finds its way onto the test,
I’m sure I’m going to fail.

My shoelaces need a-tying,
My shirt is all askew,
My shorts have slipped beyond the knees,
I’ll cry if I don’t laugh, so that is what I do!

And now there’s talk of war far off,
As if there’s not enough at home,
I feel so alone and lonely,
I think I’ll run away and roam.

I’m sure no-one will miss me;
But I had better think again!
I passed a church on the way to school,
Heard a distant voice – “help for pain.”

So I went inside the cool, dark church,
I sat at a pew and listened,
And the more the Pastor spoke,
The more my eyes cried and glistened.

I found what I had been looking for,
And I had definitely searched everywhere,
It wasn’t on the television, or in the music store,
It wasn’t in the mirror, or glossy magazine,
It wasn’t in the pantry,
Or in one of the shopping malls,
I’d always chilled out there … and …
I thought my friends would be all I wanted,
How wrong could I possibly be?

I nearly started smoking,
Drugs were next on the list,
No-one seemed to understand,
But now I know,
That I had indeed, been missed.

Because the Pastor explained to me,
For everything, just look,
Amongst all those ‘foreign’ words,
In God’s gift, the answer, His Book!

And now when things don’t go quite right,
And family life feels stressed,
I quietly try to re-direct them all,
So their minds do not get messed.

Thank you, thank you, Mum and Dad,
For making me walk to school,
For if I’d caught that little, old bus,
I would have turned out such a fool.’