Lord , you set me free
When you showed me
the cross
to be a victory
and not a lossI see with new sight
Your creation
with it’s touch of the beauty
of a flower in bloom
and a bird in flight .Birds and flowers
pass away
From where do they come
And where do they go
I knowTo you ,the One
Who gives us life
Forgives and redeems
Who cares and loves
you and meSo ,I give you thanks
I give you praise,
You give me peace
When you hold me
I am free
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The Void
You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they rest in you ! (St Augustine)
Who can fill it?
The more you try,
the more it becomes futile ;
Think of the best in the world ;
It’s all so temporary.
Nature in all its grandeur ,
Love of family,
Pursuits of interest
Romance of life .
Does success,
Money,
Position,
Power
Mean anything?
So how does one fill this void?
My friend,
Our hearts were made for Him.
In Him , you will find fulfilment
The love, peace and joy ,
that no one can give .
So if you are searching
Rest a while;
And know that
When you seek,You shall find
When you knock ,it shall be opened,
When you ask of Him,
It shall be granted.
He can fill every void ,
is ever present ,ever loving ,
He is the beginning and the end
The alpha and the omega,
And seeks to dwell in the silence of our hearts .
Do you have room for Him ?
Who are you?
Who are you
Is the question today;
Which region, country, or culture?
Is there a difference?
I meet men and women,
Rich and poor,
Of different race, religion, nationalities.
Who are your parents ?
Where is your family?
What binds or separates you
From others?
Can you understand?
I don’t !
I struggle to know,
Why?
If we belong to the human race,
Is there a difference in
Being human or just a human being!
What is more powerful?
Love or hatred!
Have you considered :
To be strong is to be resilient,
That love overcomes fear ,
Behind every face ,
There is a story to tell.
We belong to one big family.
So I ask again.
Who are you?
Do you understand?
Trust and Be Free
Look at the birds and lillies of the valley
Do they strive?
The tall trees sway in all their grandeur,
Little birds flit across
As the bulbuls guard their nest.
Where is the strife and struggle
To make ends meet?
The pheasant crow sounds deep and low,
But is happy to care for its own
There is daily provision
Blessed assurance free of worry
So why do men struggle for daily needs?
Even the squirrel munches at tender herbs
The ant crawls to tasty morsels
A mongoose raises its head to check for food left over
And happy to tunnel for more
Have you wondered how the trees bear fruit
Without much ado
Save that of some water and air and some extras for manure
They still sway to say
Be happy, and don’t worry
The Master cares for us ALL
“But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, how much more will he clothe you – you of little faith” (Matthew 12:28)
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