Jesus, betrayed, arrested, flogged, Sentenced to a criminal's penalty, Within Him no guilt was found, Yet still the orders came - Crucify. A wooden cross held Him up, As the nails tore into His flesh. Crown of thorns sits on His head, 'King of the Jews' the sign read. In His final breath He said: "Eloi, Eloi lema sabachthani." Lowly He hung his head, Where He gave up His spirit. In the shadow of the cross, His body broken for each of us. No greater love there ever was, Than a

Don’t put up the umbrella. The thought crashed into her brain, She stopped. “What?” She said in her head, “Don’t put up your umbrella.” She looked all around. Then the first big drop of rain Landed on her face. Then a second. Then a third. It became a trickle. Quickly, a full-blown downpour. But she stood there. Face raised. Eyes closed. The rain ran down her face, Her coat was soaked But And it was a big but She just laughed. It became a giggle. She almost put her hands over

It is a journey. A relationship A discovery. It is not a list of needs and wants. It is a moment of peace, A pain in your heart. It is love It is sorrow It is laughter It is hope It is desperation It is War Peace Pain Understanding It is emptiness Fulness Happiness Sadness Always available A moment in time, But most of all It is a conversation with You, Lord. Sometimes the words are spoken. Others, words poured out in pain. Then again, gratitude Then spontaneous joy. Praise p

She wandered down the beach. And perched on her favourite rock. She gazed out to sea, The sunlight bounced over the ripples on the water. It was blue, silver and twinkly. But out on the horizon She noted a storm brewing. She smiled. The day was warm. But as the afternoon moved on The temperature began to drop. Slowly, but she noticed it. The wind began to increase. Even the seagulls moved inland. The azure blue sky became darker Moodier. As grey, then black clouds Rushed clos

Running, running, running, like we're endlessly competing. Life just keeps on turning and giving - dedicated, from beginning to the end. You've got to show willingness, cannot be seen to be dilly-dallying. There's no time for contemplating, can't sit around procrastinating. There are always things to be done, there's simply no time to waste. A task that requires no praise, is completed in humble silence. But we're running, yes we're running; always here, there and eve

Prayer is like a kaleidoscope of colour. Each colour represents its many facets. Red- anger, rage, passion, power. Blue- peace, calm, but also deep pain Even sorrow. Yellow- sunshine, happiness, warmth. White- forgiveness, purity, innocence. Pink- warmth, safety, hope. Black- deep pain, hurt, humility. Brown- everyday normalness. Indigo- hurt, deep anguish of the soul. Green- growth, newness, energy. Just as there are a multitude of colours, hues, shades, tones. So, there are

Oh, My Beloved Child, I AM your Father. Selah. Surely you know that? Surely you know that I keep you, I lead you, I comfort you and that I will never leave you? Surely you know what it is to be loved by Me, Almighty God? Surely you are aware of My ever-present, ever-loving, and ever-leading nature? Surely you must have experienced breakthroughs, healings, and deliverances in your past that come from My hand? Surely you know that I AM good, a good, good God who will never let

God is good, and He is able. He is faithful, and He is true. God is powerful, and He is safe. He is mercy, and He is love. God is omnipotent, and He is infallible. He is fair, and He is genuine. God is holy, and He is pure. He is infinite and divine. God is steadfast, and He is sure. He is with me, and He is for me. God is the resurrection and the life. ©️ Sarah Joy Holden

Keyboard strikes… tap tap tap Delete Delete Delete… tap tap tap. Like raindrops hitting the cement… tap tap tap The words of human frailty fall to the ground. Can You hear what I’m thinking? A dozen questions flood my mind Of what to ask you. Am I listening clearly? Normal and predictable verse I do not want. I don’t want to write anything without you being the author. I feel an aching to write. It’s like an itch that I can’t scratch. The depth, the emotion, the clever

You've been faithfully by our side, Took thy hand and were our guide, Your grace has brought us here, And you say you'll never leave. You've been the anchor of our life, Gave us strength to believe, You have kept us and held us, With you nothing is impossible. Times when there's been silence, When life has rushed us by, You're right there time after time, You've never forgotten about us. Your angels keep an eye on us, Day and night we're never alone, With peace from sunset to

We are often left to wonder Could we have done more? A different route to explore To foresee what was in store. "If only" is a trap that makes us insecure It holds in our worst fears. The non-potential of going forward - and drowning in all our tears. There is so much in God's purpose That often many fail to see. The potential that is out there Of what each of us can be. So even in the absence, There is something to be sure: A life serving others is how - GRACE and HOPE endur

Come sit with me, Lord For I have nothing left to give. Come sit with me, Lord For if you don’t I know I cannot live. Come sit with me, Lord For my heart is all alone. Come sit with me, Lord I need You, And You alone. Come sit with me, Lord I am broken and alone. Come sit with me, Lord For I cannot carry on. Come sit with me, Lord You’re the answer, That I crave. Come sit with me, Lord For I want to really live. Sit with me, Lord I have nothing left to give But if You sit wit

When it’s time, it’s time. When it’s time, it’s time to laugh. When it’s time, it’s time to cry. When it’s time, it’s time to live It’s also time to die. When it’s time to leave It’s harder to perceive. But when it’s time to stay What do you say, only obey. When it’s time to move It’s time to move. When it’s time to stop – stop. But when it’s time to go – Go. When it’s time to make It’s also time to break. But when it’s time to hear Then it’s time to stop Wait and listen. Wha

You will dream once again You will laugh once again You will love once again You will because you can You will fly once again You will explore once again You will dance once again You will because you can You will bloom once again You will overcome once again You will aspire once again You will because you can You will believe once again You will achieve once again You will inspire once again You will because you can. Not because you can't - But by God's grace you can. ©️Sara

Pyramidial Orchid The pink flower danced in the long grass. Its petals were small but perfectly formed. The yellow centre looked like a little yellow sun But the single dewdrop sparkled like a diamond. The tall grass waved gracefully A butterfly fluttered and danced over the grasses It landed lightly on the flower. As the heat of the day grew The grass bent in the clawing heat, The little flower just smiled at the sun. As the day moved to a close The flower continued to follo

The stallion stood in the corner near the tall trees. In the shade. He watched He lowered his elegant head and nibbled the grass. The mares moved closer. He snorted defiantly. He moved away. Then He raised his majestic head, Looked towards the towering mountain tops. He snorted again. He began to trot Slowly at first. Every muscle, sinew and joint Flowing in perfect harmony. His jet-black mane and tail flowing in the wind. His hooves pounding on the dry ground. Gently, then a

Have you ever wondered who you are? Have you struggled to understand thus far? Have you tried to work it out only to be confused? Have you asked others only to be badly bruised? Who you are is often hidden within you, You don't see it, know it and don't have a clue. And yet others speak over you lies, Breaking your heart with tears fill your eyes. Do you remember that word that cuts so deep? That word so harsh it broke you and made you weep? Do you remember the effect it

God's grace is worth more, Much more than I deserve, Greater than I can give, Joy to give and receive. God's grace is so divine; Something to treasure. His grace is immeasurable, It encompasses all of time. Grace is the exercise of love; A love that took my place, When Jesus died for me, God's riches at Christ's expense. In God's beautiful garden of grace, Where my heart flutters free, Beneath the shelter of His tree, A haven where one feels safe. Never beyond

Walking down the leafy lane She noticed the quiet. She stopped Listened. There was actually so much sound. Not noise Sound. The thrush twittering. The blackbird calling. Even the sheep were bleating. She stopped further along. Then sat on a large flat grey boulder. She listened. Nature was just doing its thing. She laughed at the lamb dancing on its mother’s back. The bumble bees humming. While flitting from flower to flower. The hover fly looked as if it were choosing a spec

God ordained your very life, God held you from day one, God saw who you were to be. God created and formed you, God chose you for his purpose, God has made you unique. God guides you through the days, God protects you through the nights, God guides you till your final hours. God knows your thoughts, God understands your worries, God is familiar with all your ways. God saw you, God sees you, God knows you by name, God delights in you always. ©️Sarah Joy Holden