The Child, The Bride

My precious child, sore-tested

With hunger, banishment and sword

Cast out of home to loneliness

Outlasting by my word

This fire, hot and fierce

This anvil, hard as stone

This faith I planted in you

Is proving pure and true and firm

 

My bride of beauty fair

I have clothed you with my own

While you waited long, expectant

I’ve prepared for you a home

Behold, I’m coming quickly

Make your preparations sure

None other shall possess you

We shall be one, you shall be pure

 

11/8/2014

Reflecting on Iraq…Christians…

Water, Land, Footprints, Hands

Take my hand, child                         Matthew 14:22-34

Let Me lift you

Up to where, I

Want to take you

Path to follow                                  Joshua 3:3-4,8,13,15-17

Step out strong, and

See My footprints

In them stand

I will calm the                                 Mark 4:36-5:1

Storms around you

Take you safely

Over too

Staying here will                            Mark 4:40, 5:1

Not be healthy

The other side’s

Security

Look to Me and                              Hebrews 4:15-16

Trust My goodness

‘Tis you I favour;

Lovingkindness

(Gina Marie 21/3/2014)