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Coming

You will come, I don’t know when

Waiting always will I be then

How long it takes as soon I see

Your dark face over me. 

I look to the sky it shines me home

I run into the light all fear gone

At last, the Lord has conquered me

Filling me with love, so tenderly. 

You promised to come, but lingered long 

Left me only with wail-some song

I wait, I wait for the morning rise

Signalling me to prepare to fly.

Holding to hope I pass each day

It holds me fast as the words say

My King will come, dark against light

Out of sadness into skin so white.

Come, Lord, my pain erase

Glorify me in your embrace

A kiss so pure, endless bliss

I wait, I wait to touch this…

Black and white

The Black King and the White Queen

Had a passionate love affair

It burned up the grass into cinders

And filled with singing the air.

The Black King loved so passionately

The Queen was as happy and free

He taught her every powerful move

And he loved her endlessly.

The heights of eternal devotion

Infiltrated her very soul

In an instant he gained a magnificence

She never before did behold.

His power and her passion enveloped

The world and those all around

They loved and adored each other

Until the day they were put underground.

They both relinquished together

Their hold on a mortal life

Into a glory they blossomed eternal

Their passion fulfilled and their strife.

Forever they yield to each other

In beds of permanent bliss

Never a love story witnessed

As true and mighty as this. 

The avenging angel

She stands aghast over the devastation

That spread before her mighty nation

Rest eludes her slight and mortal frame

She wields the sword for days of fame.

The swish of cut, the pointed heat

The pierce of flesh where lovers meet

The final push the deadly lunge

Into the body the sword will plunge.

Death is now vanquished we are released

The Angel stands over the damned beast

The sword is clean, no guilt displays

Freedom reigns in loves glorious days.

The Angel stands forever, with the blade

Double-sided, sharp, never made

An eternal sword, to stop the fall

Hell defeated she conquers all.

Umpteen times

I’ve just come out of hospital for the umpteenth time. It is so painful to be ill and so painful to fight to be better. I let go of God and couldn’t think of Him, but my Father has not let go of me. I cannot read my Bible or pray much, but God is leading me to greater things and higher ground. I don’t know what that is, but I trust my guide implicitly and He will provide everything.

At the moment, I am doing whatever I like and setting up my home the way I want it to be. I have funds, which I have never had before. I have lost my husband, my whole family and everything familiar and I am scared out of my wits. I have to learn to relax and trust the good judgment that God has given me.

“Though you have made me see troubles, many and bitter, you will restore my life again; from the depths of the earth you will again bring me up. You will increase my honor and comfort me once more.”

Psalm 71: 20-21

The Lord of all will always bring His children through the darkest and most rigorous of trials. He is able to do that because of who He is. I trust Him enough to not have to constantly think of Him, Bible verses or hymns. I will walk confidently with the Lord my God to whom all glory belongs.