She hath wings
Learning to soar above life's storms
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From my heart came a cry, Which You helped me share in words; When I was weak and crushed, You helped me recognise the storm. Not from You, but for good- You allowed this storm to come; Though it damaged, You restored, As I came to rest in You. Many lessons to embrace- Some still…
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Objects from the past; Links to today- All that’s left of then, But now… Hope- That I’ll see you, And the past, not in vain; We’ll go on Stronger; Deeper than before, Trust; Parallel paths; Going the same way- Loss; So hard to bear- Not again- I couldn’t! You were special- You are; Wish you…
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A new life waits to come into the world And the mother is filled with joy As she feels the movement of life within her; A beautiful girl or boy. She doesn’t know who her child will resemble And his character is not yet revealed, Yet within her maternal heart, she finds, A promise of…
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How could You have stood there, Without a word to say, As they jeered and mocked and bound You up Leading You away. I would have had a thousand words To silence all their lies, But every word You didn’t say Was spoken through Your eyes; For while they made a fool of You, And…
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Standing there under warm lights, Violin raised and bow drawn, I found you in that sea of faces At sweet, innocent, fifteen. I’d never seen you through that lens And perhaps never will again; A thrill not equalled on that stage- Proud moment standing still. As I played, you did not know The ballad became…
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As the Christmas lights dim and carolling ceases, Children’s toys litter the floor in pieces – My reflective mood comes to the surface again; Time to stop and pick up the pen! I’m too old to believe in fairytale life, As I read of bushfires and growing strife, Yet there’s something that gives me hope…
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She packed away the baby things, And with that, her hope took flight- Not many knew the grief she had carried – The desperation and the fight. Not only were the final years slipping away, But it seemed that the possibility was none; Her dream of having a little girl Left as quickly as it…
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If I could say just one more thing Before my life flits away, I would tell you how precious you are to the King – His life, He was willing to pay. His pain, oh He bled Like hell itself – He went through the depths for you And He waits and He aches- He…
She hath wings 