It doesn’t matter if the beginning seems small
Or having not significance great;
For God is at work
And his eye is watching over you.
There will come delays:
People might oppose you;
Some friends might leave;
And others slander you.
But then those are the very things
That make you, in weakness and fear, tremble;
And make you turn to the Lord for strength.
Look to Jesus;
Who stands by your side.
And when obstacles seem too big to overcome;
Step out in faith, and there will a way for you open,
Right in the middle of what threatens to drown you.
Now, do not lose the vision;
Its end awaits an appointed time.
Till then, toil and labour on in tears and sweat;
Someday there will be a reward;
For being faithful to the task you were given to do.
Therefore let no one despise
The day of small beginnings,
For what you’ve begun with God;
He’ll surely complete.
Let there be light.
When God speaks light into your life,
The powers of darkness will not hold its might;
For the blood of the cross washes away
Your sins; both its guilt and shame.
Being forgiven sets you free; Unbend from your stoop of low esteem.
Let there be light.
For in that flash of light
More blinding than the noonday sun
Is heard his voice:
It is hard for you to fight against the light.
So come; let the light befriend you;
And hope arise when it shines out in you.
Let there be light.
For reveal it shall; lay bare those petty things
That with monstrous roots grip within.
But in my love, says your God, no darkness resides;
Only plenteous mercy and healing besides.
For I am compassionate,
O my child; come, live in the light!
Lavender skies;
Is neither blue nor the red I knew.
The morning broke
But my heart still heaved
For the night before had seen
Yet again me go down.
Was it the pain of rejection?
Was it sheer loneliness?
That emptied my cup
Of joy, of love;
Which never ever was full.
Oh, lavender skies!
How my heart heave and sighs
As the past grinds over me
Like a cart with grain loaded;
And those merciless wheels
That crush underneath.
Like a worm;
I feel no worth.
Yet the morning brings
That word of hope:
“Lavender skies!”
It came, just came
When I’d thought all was lost.
Oh, lavender skies!
You tell me when I forget:
God’s compassions never fail;
They are new every morning;
So me can begin again
To hope, to believe,
There’s more to life
Than the moments I have failed.
Oh, lavender skies!
You’ve brought me
That splash of white
To mix with the red and the blue;
That whisper of hope
To stand up once more
In the strength
Of the love of my God;
On that mercy note
Seen on the blood of his cross.
— Note: The two words “Lavender Skies” just came to mind on Sunday morning, 5th of December 2021, as I sat a bit fatigued. It mixed with some themes that were already in mind; and I had no other choice but to allow, under divine compulsion, words to flow and pen these lines.
Now will you let go?
And worship him, your Lord and God.
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Inspired by the call of Jesus, “Come, follow me,” which he gives to his first disciples in Matthew 4, and his encounter with Peter as described in Luke 5 in the Bible.
Every drop of blood
The Saviour shed
Was for you my dear—
None else to him counted more dear.
He was lifted high
For all the world to see;
That One Sacrifice For all our sins to bleed.
It cost him much
To gain the pardon
That would set us free
From death’s grip for all eternity.
The cross still stands
At all life’s crossroads
Asking you and me:
“What more should have I done for you?
In his eyes
I saw that look
Of love’s gentle light.
It stripped my soul
Naked and bare
And lit up all past
Snapshots of remote access.
It was quite unlike
The vulturous looks
Of those who tore apart
My flesh; and left me empty
Like the beer cans that littered the streets.
And then came the time
When grey hair and wrinkled skin
Took away my charm.
And those who used to come
Turned the other way
Even the birds of prey.
Though it was for pleasure
That I first took my plunge
Into the dimly lit dancing halls;
Now I know it was lust’s appetite
That led me through sin’s dark alleys
And made me go down the slimy pit
From which I saw no escape.
But now I stood before the man
Who looked at me with deep sad eyes!
And gentle, like a dove!
Then I saw myself
For all I was worth
For his eyes spelled love
Never known to me before.
Here was a Man
Who bore the prints of nail
That pierced his flesh
And bled to wash away all filth—
That to my skirts clung even after laundry.
The silence of this Lamb;
Even when all my past
Had so deeply wounded him
Took me off guard;
And made me kneel
Before his Majesty.
It was sacrifice
That made love so costly dear
And showed me that earth’s
Finest gifts cannot match
The love that forgave
And asked nothing in return—But
My heart I give to you, Oh, my Valentine!
Short Speeches of Introduction, Welcome, Felicitation, Vote of Thanks!
“To him who loves us and has freed us from our sins by his blood, . . . to him be glory and power for ever and ever! Amen.” — St. John (Revelation 1:5, 6).