Fields of Plenty

Fields of Plenty

Fields of plenty are mine to adore
And blessings surround me, of this I am sure
Fed from the True Vine for evermore
All this because I opened the door

The door of my heart, where I heard a knocking
And who was without – the sovereign, divine King
Oh! He has entered for me, my very heart’s asking
Brought His Word to my life and now I can sing

Sing of His wondrous works done for me
Sing for He’s made me His for all eternity
Sing when I’m joyous or in sorrow on bended knee
Sing of His righteousness He fastened to that tree

On that tree that was laden with His misery of mocking
Little flowers lay waiting to soak up His loving
And where the blood was poured with bruising and hurting
Sprung up precious fields of plenty for me, all believing

© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

Please listen to this beautiful song (thanks Doug for recommending)

Take His Gift

Take His Gift

Crimson ties around my heart
Nothing ventured on my part
All released by My Saviour’s blood
Because He first, He first shed love

I stand and stare, emotions in awe
He hangs there for me, of this I am sure
He beckons to “Come unto Me, you’re forgiven
Nothing you bring, all, all it is given”

A single tear rolls silently down
My tear stained cheek below, above there’s a frown
‘Why me, why me? I am nothing at all special’
“So I shall be glorified, you obeyed when I called”

Searching desperately for something to hold
Precious drops of salvation falling, just for me, I am told
Just believe, “I am the Way, the Truth and the Life”
Life with each breath, your darkness now life

© 2012 Liana Wendy Howarth

(in my e-book “Fragrance from the Spring”)