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Precious God, the fullness of your love strikes me still, I am silenced and calmed.
Your compassion has more power than a raging war, it blows me away.
When my heart was trapped in pain, you held me safe You brought angels of love to guide my path, How merciful is your spirit.
When the day seems full of struggle you are my hope to persevere, When my weakness blinds me, your tenderness brings comfort like the sun, Daily you are visible in those around and my spirit soars at the glimpse of your grace.
You are my joy and the strength for all life, may I be part of your glory.
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| Waterfall of Love |
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God, my God – your touch is like a waterfall.
At times a fine mist, a gentle spray, a soothing presence.
At times a strong steady flow – familiar, comforting.
I was hurt, I was so afraid.
I couldn’t face life – death was my only hope.
For a while, long ago, I thought I knew you
But in confusion I walked away.
Now, in my time of desperate need I called out to you.
And you touched me – with a torrent of love, rushing over me.
A powerful, roaring love, drenching me to my soul.
God, my God – your love is like a waterfall.
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Do not be anxious about anything… |
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God, I have a short memory!
I forget your words of comfort all too easily.
When the future seems uncertain, I forget that it is always so,
That I don’t really have the control over my destiny that I think I have when life is going my way.
No, at times like these, I find it all too easy to let my faith be shaken.
But, I am reminded that in the midst of winter, I also forget what it’s like to feel the sun on my skin,
Or when I am alone, the warmth of another’s touch.
And yet the seasons are a constant.
I know that after a few months in the cold and dark, the days will start to lengthen and spring will come again.
Help me to remember that your love is constant too.
Jog my memory back to the times when you have supported me through difficulties in the past.
Help me to remember that, like the rest of creation, my life has seasons too.
A prayer inspired by Philippians 4:4-7
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My Hearthbeat the Echo of your Breath |
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God, you are like nothing else I know.
I try to know you based on my hopes,
My dreams, desires
My fantacies, histories,
Those places I escape to.
And yet, because you are so much more,
Sometimes I lose sight of you,
Create you out of existance,
Lose you in my controlling,
Stewing, processing and cognitising.
But God, still you speak.
Still you touch me as only you can.
Somehow, I know you beyond knowing,
In those places where words fade away -
Unrequired, limiting and frustrating.
You are,
You are beyond,
Yet also so integral,
So entwined.
Let me not expect from others,
Or from myself,
Ways which I ascrive as yours,
Based on that which I am fed,
From media, fantacy or escapism.
Let me know you as you are -
Unexplainable, only experiencable,
Living through and in and with me.
May my life be how I know you,
My heartbeat the echo of your breath,
My breath the echo of your heart.
For your greatness is in my strength,
Drawn from the pulse of you
Within my veins.
Your meaning is in my peace,
Those places where I let go,
And fall, hurtling through oxygen,
Terror real and uncensored,
Allowing gravity,
Allowing momentum,
Giving all up as I accept my place in all...
And do not hit the ground -
Given up instead to the time beyond time, Non linear, Physical beyond phyisicality, Emotion beyond mentality.
All in you,
And you in all.
God, you are my all,
And in you I find my sleep.
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God’s Healing Balm |
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Even before i knew You
You were at my side.
Before i articulated my questions, You gave me Your reply.
Like the refuge of a soulmate’s arms
You held me close then set me free.
When people shunned
You called me close;
When my mind broke
You held the fragments
- But can You truly forgive me for failing to see You,
For neglecting to love You,
For turning my back?
Praise You, O Beloved One
For loving me entirely
For bathing me with healing balm
For shaking me up and for calming me down.
It is not Your majesty i seek
Not Your power that i crave
But Your compassion
And humility,
Your tenderness and faith.
For with You there are no barriers,
No unjust thought or act.
Your arms are open wide to all
And i give You thanks and praise. |
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