Am I Listening?

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I cannot explain
This emptiness, this pain
I long for Your presence
But feel it has left me

I feel so hollow
So alone, by myself
I’m hurting, dear Lord
And Your Word seems so distant

I read; but nothing is planted
I see words; but they allude me
I hear hymns; but they are for others
I need You, dear Lord, forgive me

Into tribulation we fall
Bringeth patience and
Experience that we might hope
Oh the love of God
To us You have given
Freely, freely
The gift of all time
Lord help me
To stop handing it
Handing it back to Thee
Oh! May my heart be joyful
And graciously accept grace
You have given Your life
Manifest in me

You have promised never to leave me
You have promised to always protect me
Rain down Your healing, Lord
Wash me afresh
I know I can never be clean enough
Looking through my eyes
Your eyes are pure, and Your light is golden
It shines through my heart
In which Your dear Son is hidden
It’s not me, I can do nothing
To enter Your Kingdom
I surrender my all, to You, my all is given

© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

BLOSSOM (Poem or Song Lyrics)

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

When Patience Blooms

The Gift of a Rose
This is the first time this beautiful rose has bloomed in the eight years we have been at our home. My father moved it from under the shaded trees about a year ago, not believing it would ever bloom. A few times I asked the Lord to reveal the flower, to have the rose blossom that He may be given the glory, as my father who is an avid, really avid gardener (his life passion, one who knows most of the Latin names) didn’t think it was possible. The leaves had always flourished even in the shade; but as to the colour of the flower, we had no idea.

Well this morning the Lord averted my eyes upwards to the top of the garden arch. I showed my husband and father and said this is answered prayer. With varying responses from them :-), I am in awe of our Creator, for Whom nothing is impossible. He has taught me another sweet heart lesson:-

It doesn’t matter if, when prayers are lifted heavenward, you see no change in your life or the lives of others. Underneath, within, the Lord is working mightily in our lives and waiting for His perfect timing to reveal the gift of His answer. His encouragement … Never give up, always believe that He can do anything, be patient, trust in Him, He loves us and will give us the desires of our heart according to His will for our life.

My heart was to see the beautiful bloom upon this rose, suppressed beauty released and to bring glory to God. To reveal to unbelievers that there is nothing too difficult for our heavenly Father. Another reason why this to me is so personal, is that this is the eighth year of illness that has had my life on hold in so many different areas. I have learnt and am learning so much about my Father’s love for me through that in the physical the layers of affliction (non existent petals) are just peeling off and being discarded; but in the spiritual and soon to flow into the physical, beautiful healing is taking place and a new blossom of His life is forming in me, just waiting for His perfect timing to be revealed. How perfect that the rose that was given me was the colour of His sacrifice. His death and resurrection for me. He has given me new life, new hope. Eternal life.

Thank you my Father for the depth of Your love for me, for us and believing in Your Son, knowing that He would fulfill every intricate detail of Your merciful gift for all.

Thank you Jesus for Your obedience in going to the Cross because of Your love for Your Father, for me, for us. The depth of Your pain that You suffered for me, for us. Praise God You are risen. Seated on high.

Thank you Holy Spirit for Your comfort, conviction and ever present peace even amidst turmoil. For bringing the Father’s love to me, to us. Embracing with love eternal.

© 2015 – current Liana Wendy Howarth

Romans 8:25
But if we hope for that we see not, then do we with patience wait for it.

Week 2 … Patience

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P ~ Perchance the lily failed to thrive
A ~ And closed her petals at eventide
T ~ Though weary and so all alone
I ~  In every circumstance, forlorn
E ~ Either this way or that way she could turn
N ~ Now was the time to come into her own
C ~ Chance, it played no timely part
E ~ Everything ’twould be fine, if patience drew her heart

© 2015 Liana Wendy Howarth