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A Family Prayer

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Lord, You are Light, You are Love, You are Life
Fill me with pure breath, pure knowledge and delight
Watch over my family, keep them safe in Your arms
Please Oh! dear Lord, let us not come to harm

May Your sweet Word enter deep within souls
Cleanse us, teach us, supply all our needs
Bring us to a realization of our state
And shelter us deep within, before it’s too late

Shelter us in the shadow of Your cross
Where we can find life, where You suffered loss
Pour out Your mercy and grace, show us how
To ask for forgiveness, for sins past, future, now

Cover our home, our lives and our thoughts
Our speech, our minds and all that falls short
Of the glory of God, Lord of lords, King of kings
May wondrous in-awe praises, our mouths always sing

Lord, how we need you, Your compassion and full joy
Need You to flow through us, Your Salvation to enjoy
Teach us the fear of God ever-more
That we might not fear man, circumstances or any closed door

Oh! precious Saviour, may Your Spirit direct us
May Your presence, Your freedom, always surround us
Help us to remember to number our days
And may the light of Your Word bring us in step with Your ways

© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

AMIDST THE RAGING STORM (Song Lyrics)

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When there seems to be no hope in close sight
When there seems to be no end to the night
When everywhere there’s only wrong not right
Then rescue is near, don’t give up the fight

Searching for peace amidst the raging storm
We draw close to our wonderful Saviour
For He is sleeping whilst we are praying
He will awaken in His sweet hour

Crushed beneath the threatening waves so dark
Floundering in confusion’s foamy froth
Remember our Father won’t lead one way
Change direction, then deliver His wrath

When there seems to be no hope in close sight
When there seems to be no end to the night
When everywhere there’s only wrong not right
Then rescue is near, don’t give up the fight

Reach up and grasp His hand of salvation
Bringing our hearts to the healing altar
Let go and let God, how often this need
It’s the only way to know who we are

Trust in the One who is Hope eternal
For ourselves and all whom we dearly love
For coming through those stormy seas
He’ll always set our feet safely above

When there seems to be no hope in close sight
When there seems to be no end to the night
When everywhere there’s only wrong not right
Then rescue is near, don’t give up the fight

© 2016 Liana Wendy Howarth

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.

A Mourning Revelation

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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”.

WEEPING (SOUNDS SO SIMILAR TO GRIEVING) MAY ENDURE FOR A NIGHT, BUT JOY COMETH IN THE MORNING (SOUNDS SO SIMILAR TO MOURNING).

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.

Are You Unable to Move Forward?

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A beautiful cerise rose
Trying to fulfill its life by blooming
I found it struggling
It was caught up on its own thorn

I released it
So now it can open perfectly

Sometimes we are unable to or don’t allow ourselves be the person who we were created to be. We stifle our life and become caught up on the pain of our daily emotions and ambitions, what and who we think we are supposed to be. Or maybe we are too afraid to let go. Maybe we are unable to because of circumstances.

I pray the healing release of our heavenly Father’s touch for those who feel held back, those who are being hard on themselves, thinking that they are stuck and never going to be able to move forward, those who don’t know what they are meant to be doing, those who don’t know who they are, who have lost their sense of purpose. Anyone needing to be healed, emotionally, physically, spiritually.

May you experience the Father’s love in every area of your life and may every dream and desire of your heart be opened beautifully according to His will for your life, so naturally that others are sweetly blessed.

When Going Isn’t Easy

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Well I asked You Lord, to send me
But I held on with all my might
To every thing that I knew was safe
I wasn’t about to give up without a fight

How did this happen Lord
When did this happen Lord
Who or what challenged the way?
I came to You, as a lamb bereaved
And cried out, please let me stay
Stay in Your presence, stay in Your life
Be preserved for eternity
You had given me this blessed right I knew
So what did I do; but turn in flight

And I didn’t see it coming
I thought all was good and free
But what I failed to realize
Was that the enemy was watching me
And quietly, subliminally
The world’s treasures led me astray
Oh! I was still worshipping, praying
And had You in my thoughts
Yes faithfully, each and every day

And then at the appointed time
Oh! Please Lord, not again
Your Word did confront, convict
My heart was laid wide open
All idols were burnt, withdrawn
Hopelessness departed and Love, You replaced all
My prayer, dear heavenly Father
May this finally be the time of Thy will
Finally be the time, that my feet stay in step with Thine

© 2015 Liana Wendy Howarth

“Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send,
and who will go for Us? Then said I, Here am I; send me.” Isaiah 6:8

FILL YOUR HOUSE WITH PRAISE (A Song of Encouragement)

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Fill, fill, your house, your house, with praise
With every breath for all your days
Sing and rejoice in all your ways
And with your eyes, on Jesus gaze

When your heart is grey
When your heart is blue
When you don’t know what
What you need to do

There are others too
Lift your head and see
That need someone
They’re sad and lonely

Chorus
Fill, fill, your house, your house, with praise
With every breath for all your days
Sing and rejoice in all your ways
And with your eyes, on Jesus gaze

In each circumstance
Hearts cry out for love
So cry a prayer and
Send some tears above

For those with no-one
Those feeling hopeless
Let a song escape
And with joy confess

Chorus
Fill, fill, your house, your house, with praise
With every breath for all your days
Sing and rejoice in all your ways
And with your eyes, on Jesus gaze

Then joy and healing
Will warm all cold hearts
Hope and believing
Will remove night’s darts

So fill, fill, fill, fill
Each hidden corner
Of your house with praise
Fill, fill, fill, fill, fill
Not just for you; but
Everyone who breathes

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Fill, fill, your house, your house, with praise
With every breath for all your days
Sing and rejoice in all your ways
And with your eyes, on Jesus gaze

© 2015 Liana Wendy Howarth

My Prayer

My PrayerHeavenly Father,

What can I say.

I thank You for Jesus.

For the Cross.

For the blood shed, shed for me,

Pure blood shed on Calvary.

I lift up my family,

And all that I am,

All that I own,

Because of Jesus, Your Son.

I humbly ask for Your protection,

For all whom I love, for myself,

Our homes, our properties,

And all that I hold dear.

The more I am shown,

Of Your amazing Love,

The less I know I know,

The more I know I don’t deserve.

I pray for all who are suffering,

In and without the Body of Christ,

May this day bring Your light,

To darkness in many a hopeless life.

To God be the Glory,

Pour Your truth and freedom,

Into sorrowful tears,

That the rainbow of promise,

Sheds new dreams in my fears.

Jesus, please show me,

The depths of the battle of all time,

When time was suspended,

Because Your Father turned away.

May I comprehend,

The truths of Your Cross,

Acknowledge the victory,

Won for all believers … at Your cost.

And the pain, feeling the agony of being

Separated from Him whom You loved.

And the love of Your beloved,

The hurt, Oh! The hurting Body,

Excruciating agony drifting through time,

Beyond comprehension.

I thank you dear Lord,

For this day of hope, surprise and wonder,

And in all my sufferings for this moment,

Debilitating at times, wondering how I will

Go on …

Take me back to the Cross,

Help me to kneel and look up,

See You kneeling for me,

The pain on Your face;

But the Light in Your eyes,

And beauty and Life to behold.

Thank you my Father,

Thank you my Lord,

Thank you for my life, which You have restored.

And now I ask You,

Help me to allow Your resurrection power,

Into my home.

For death has been crushed, put to death,

May the darkness and unbelief be put to death also.

Because …

You are alive Lord Jesus,

And seated majestically high,

By the power of God,

Because of one great, last sigh … “It is finished.”

In Jesus Name,

Amen.

 

A prayer from my e-book “Fragrance from the Spring”

HIS LOVE WILL CRUSH ALL MOUNTAINS (A Song – Everything is Possible)

His Love Will Crush All MountainsWhen the way seems insurmountable
And the path is strewn with fear
I can tell you, ’tis the moment
That the Saviour draweth near

Yes, I can tell you, ’tis the moment
That the Saviour draweth near
He’ll move mountains, He’ll cross valleys
To answer prayer for one so dear

Yes, He’ll move mountains, He’ll cross valleys
To answer prayer for one so dear
For His love will crush all mountains
That lead you onto the path called ‘fear’

Yes, His love will crush all mountains
That lead you onto the path called ‘fear’
Of painful memories trapped in time
Or present happenings here

Remember nothing is insurmountable
Nothing worth the fear
Oh! Everything is possible
When Jesus is allowed to and draweth near

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth