Known

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Be still, my heart, in safety wait

For all that’s good from heaven’s gate;

Serene, beat soft in tender tone –

With every cadence, you are known.

~

Thank you, Paul, for the reminder that I am seen and known!

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Tucked into the Root of Jesse

lichen

Tucked into the Root of Jesse,

Anchored there by wooden grain;

Feeding on the bark of crosses,

Nourished by the Saviour’s vein.

O Cleft in the Rock

cleft of the rock

O Cleft in the Rock, you hide me well

when winter winds and storms compel

my mind to live in frozen lands,

or sifting snows bark harsh commands;

it’s then that, hidden, heart can cling

to den of  hibernating Spring,

where soul finds rest from Winter’s grip,

and faith finds home, where hope won’t slip.

Balancing

Balancing the straight and narrow,

faltering,  just like the sparrow

seen by eyes of ‘whelming grace,

held by loving hands in place.

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This bench top made me think of ‘walking the plank’ – and the parallels to life immediately sprang to mind!

Lean on Me

When cares weigh shoulders down with pain

and heavy is your life’s refrain,

in places where  your solace wanes,

lean on Me.

When hope is just a distant dream

and breakers wash your goals upstream,

in silence, when your soul bleeds screams,

lean on Me.

I am Rock, a solid mass,

I am Time, when seconds pass,

I am Truth, your looking glass –

lean on Me.

That Heart Would Heal

Spread the corner of your quilt o’er me,

cover me with your warm embrace;

blanket -wrapped on protective sea,

give me courage to retrace

steps of old, into war-torn field,

places where my fears reside;

walk with me into pain concealed

that Heart would heal, and no more hide.