Despite what it looks like and what you face: All is well Although the enemy is lined up against you: All is well With the hordes of hell screaming at you to terrify you: All is well Darkness all around, fear all around, horror all around you: All is well.   All is well, though the earth is moved, All is well, though the mountains crumble. All is well, though the seas roar. All is well, though the mountains shake.   For is not our God our refuge and strength? For is not our G

Breathe God Nothing more Breathe God Refresh, restore Breathe God Oh Holy One Breathe God Father, Spirit, Son Breathe God All for Him Breathe God Peace within

What are you expecting in your life? From what perspective are you looking from? In what and whom are you trusting? Into whose eyes are you focusing?   Isn’t it true that what you expect you will get? Isn't it true that what you think you deserve, you will be? Isn’t it true that if you are unworthy, you have no worth? Isn't it true that an orphan has no inheritance or future?   What is your view of God; good or bad? What is your understanding of His character; good or bad?  W

All living creatures of the sea, let them swim, set them free. All mammals on the earth, let the live, free to roam. All living things on earth, let them breathe, let them be. All the birds in the sky, let them sing and soar on high. All trees, flora and fauna, Let us nurture with care. All of the tiny to the mighty, Let us care for their welfare. All on land, air and sea God created them all to be. ©Sarah Joy Holden

The King is on the Throne, all creation declared, Make ready, put things in their place, and be prepared. For the King is about to reveal His glory, This is the culmination of His story. On display is his strength, His might, His power, This is His moment; this is His hour. The heavens shake, the earth trembles, As all the heavenly hosts assembles, The King is being revealed, He is being seen, His house made ready; the throne awaits His Queen. His Queen without spot or wrinkl

Gods gifts are good, They seek no refund. Daily they're delivered, A joy to be received. You are a gift from God, Chosen and dearly loved. You are a gift from God, His gift to all mankind. Precious gifts be treasured. Ones so thoughtfully wrapped In whose mind is always held Jesus is the perfect gift find. For God so loved the world, On a night so dark and cold. A saviour safely delivered, Precious of all gifts received. You are a gift from God, Chosen and dearly loved. You a

God gave us a heart to scribe A heart to scribe with grace Those words he planted there His glorious majesty to declare. God gifted us the ability to write The sharing of his unfailing love Day or night - whatever the time Thy words shall be His praise. Writing gives the greatest pleasure God's heart’s desire pens from thee His own life story, we love to share Not just in one place, but everywhere. By God's own quills may we scribe Creativity etched in benevolence What a gift

Dear child Every person that you come across is my sheep. They have not yet encountered their good Shepherd. Each person you struggle to love, the ones that get under your skin. The outspoken ones, the angry ones, the unkind ones , even the ones that say they hate me. They are all my sheep. They need a Shepherd. Most are unaware of their need for me. You’re  my sheep and you recognise my voice. You walk close to me. Keep close, and as you keep responding to my whisper, others

Music isn’t just sound — it’s spiritual power. From the moment of creation to the prophetic worship of David’s Tabernacle, the Bible reveals music as one of Heaven’s most potent forces. If you’ve ever wondered why music moves you so deeply — or what role creativity plays in God’s design — this is for you. In this video, we explore how music: Shaped creation itself (Job 38:7) Invited God’s presence through prophecy (1 Samuel 10, 2 Kings 3:15 ) Became the frontline of spiritual

I want to soar heavenwards, To lift my head upwards, To see from a great height, With a sense of delight,   To gaze upon heaven and earth, And get a sense of its worth, To be enthralled by what I see, The most holy, times three,   The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, To worship to the uttermost. And to find out who I am, Through beholding the lamb.   Holy Holy Holy the angels proclaim. And give glory to his wondrous name, Prostrate on my face, I fall, Realising I am so small,   I