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

My tongue is so tired From shallow and fruitless talk. So parched, so dry, I crave water in this drought. Shoes worn, soles are shot From crooked ways and dangerous walks. I’m afraid to move forward. This world is so fraught. Where you are seems so far away. Endless thoughts of how to please, how to do, what to be Stuck in my own head; Thoughts of you roam in… And then flow out like the sea. Tides of life determining What I choose to believe. Truth is elusive, But so clear

Allow me to paint a picture for you to consider. Allow me to show you things that you have not seen or heard. Allow me to open your heart to the possibilities of what is to come. Allow me to reveal my heart to you in these precious moments. With eyes that see and ears that are attentive, look and hear. Look and hear what I have and what I say to you, my child. Look what I have brought to you and offer you now this day. Hear what I am speaking to you in my gentle, loving

What if I loved you more? Would you care more for me? What if the stars fell from the sky? Would the remembrance of our story be? Could it be that your story is written from the beginning of time with Me? For it is I, who brought you to where, I had always planned for you to be. Time scales and memories balance on the knife edge of an infinite plane through the ruins and shards of wars long past, But my love still remains. I never gave up on you Even though you gave up on me.

A tray holds a multitude of stories, Resting quietly on the table where it sits. It carries cups of shared conversations, Yet never utters a word or spreads rumours. It has witnessed a thousand sermons, Held countless teas and sympathies, And listened to all of our prayers, Yet it remains quiet and gracious. A tray is far more clever than it appears, It's prepared to meet the needs of others. Always on hand at church refreshments. And looks it's best when the

Do you know what love can undertake Do you hear what love has to answer Do you witness what love can see Do you understand what love can hear? Do you witness what love can teach Do you get how love is able to share Do you know how love can reach Do you sense how hard love can be? Do you appreciate how profound love is Do you know what love can truly bring Do you recognise that God first loved us Do you know we love only by first loving. Do you stand and watch love fight Do yo

Photo and poem written by Sarah Joy Holden In moments of despair, When fear filters into the air, When life seems too much to bear, God is here; He is always near. With a listening ear, He hears our cries, Wiping away every tear from our eyes. A friend who demonstrates His care, For God is good, and He is fair. To Him, we hold a place so dear; He has endless time to spare. In our prayers, we can draw near— Wherever we are, God is always there.

I've never known a time when it wasn't there. A refreshing drink in the dry heat of the wilderness, A warm hug in a mug that reminds me that there is comfort, Even on the cold, dark days of winter. The shower that refreshes and renews, Washing away the dust and dirt of the day, cleansing and cleaning. The flush of the waste that has nothing more to give, The guilt, shame, and toxins removed as far as East is to West. The bath that restores, relieves the aches and pains of t

From the day you came into this world; You are the perfect gift from God, A gift uniquely chosen by God, You are special and cherished by God. You are a love gift to Our Father God; A practical gift used by and for God, You are a gift filled with endless joy, So precious, more precious than gold. A handcrafted and priceless gift of God; So beautiful, seen through the eyes of God, You are an authentic blessing to this world, Valued by God from childhood to old age. Written by

Behold the Lamb of God; Where my hope is found in Him. God, my father and faithful friend, For a relationship I have with Him. What a saviour I've been blessed. For in our need His power is displayed; I shall overcome the burdens of my life. From these my chains, I'm released, Yet not by myself, but Christ in me, Hallelujah - in Christ, I've been freed. Throughout all my days, I'll follow You; I’ll rise above the burdens I face. Jesus, my source of help and strength. I'll