Home to God’s Little Wonders.
Sad not waking to your whispers and misty kiss,
Sunrays skidding on the veld branches
searching for life to perch on
The boastful sun stretching its arms over nature
like a blanket in a sleeping winter.
Life so serene.
Collected around a table of hopefuls
filling cups with love and affection
Trusting the work of the Divine to weave in the background
Like bounding silent streams flowing deep.
Little hands grace life on their faces
Yet unveiled to its entices
They bow to a Grace for eternal atoning.
Each day we rise to their sunrise
And they (children) fall to the call of their Father.
We found them to teach something,
But God the Father had something to reach us with.
As their voices hit the ceiling in chorus,
The lyrics convict my life
like a truth that glues itself to my ears.
Each day offered us something new and refreshing
In the moment when it mattered
God offered us more of Himself
He says children are His; a gift to us.
The tears of a child under God’s hand of conviction
Not only humbles but shames an adult who has lost the magic for their Savior
My God, my Kind King and Saviour, I am yours.
A broken record of affirmations.
“My hope I carry to heaven” they sang
Echoing to heaven’s door,
I felt it, so real so simple,
Their devotion promised nothing
But time and again offered of itself;
Expecting nothing that wasn’t already given
When God gave Himself.
Lily promised me my cleansing; an anniversary of God’s promise
Lily, to you I come back;
When eyes see no more
When the heart forgets its first love
When the mind is too mature to learn new things
The Lord reached me with his words and
We heard what He said
From long ago,
“And there is no God Apart from the Righteous God and Saviour; there is none but me”
We bow like a setting sun
Undeniably, we bow.
“Turn to me and be saved, all you ends of the earth; for I am God and there is no other.”
I can’t explain the Spirit’s hand as he works in my life
like Lily’s promise
To wake to faces eager to hear more of God,
To live and see a new day to try again; His way.
To warm into relationship as we find a base of trust
Children can fill your heart with hope
As they dearly hope in God.
Lily as you lie in your sacred hide-out offering
Serenity and breathing space;
Crisp moments of youthful worship,
Comfort fills my heart to know
You will be there
Year after year,
Sheltering God’s Little Wonders
His instruments of wonder
Where grace is given a face.
Lily of the valley,
I am a different person.
Come again, come back into my life
For now I will cover the lantern
And hold on to the smiles of children;
their voices that cry out to God
for more of Him.
Here is all of life’s worth!
Lily of the Valley, Camperdown, Pietermaritzburg
June 2012, 30