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Lots of Untitled ones in this bunch - and some are from last October that I found.
Bread Of Life
You said, “I am the bread of life”
Please feed my hungry heart
Fill it with your love and forgiveness
But leave a thirst for you.
You said, “I am the light of the world”
Light my path
Guide my way
Show me where to go.
You said, “I am the good shepherd”
Find me
I’m lost
Return me to the fold.
You said, “I am the way, the truth and the life”
Be my way
Be my truth
Be my life.
You said “I am the real vine”
Let me be a twig
Help me grow
Help me produce blossoming fruit.
You said all these things
Help us make you real to others
Help us bring more to the
Bead for the ever-hungry
Light of the world
Saviour you are
- Rachael Davison
Untitled
Created out of dirt
And that’s sometimes how we feel
Unworthy to be called
Children of the Lord
Untitled
Fruit left unused rots
Don’t let that be your life
Use your gifts
To the full
Everyday
Live until you can live
No more
Use your gifts
To the full
Don’t let them go to waste
Waterfalls
Water
Free flowing
Pounding down
Making all Clear
Forgiveness
Free flowing
Pouring down
Making all clean
Water of the world
Water of life
Cleansing
Renewing
Giving hope
Saving lives
Saving eternities
Thank you Lord
- Rachael Davison
20th November
Untitled
You hear me scream
You hear me shout
You hear the quiet whisper of my heart
Or the tear flowing down my cheek
You know the hurt
The torment
The suffering
The pain
You experienced it all
You hold me through it
Cradling me
And rocking back and forth
Back and forth
Gently whispering
“You can do this”
“You can beat it”
“I am here”
“I am here”
- Rachael Davison
Untitled
We can be the seed on the path
In one ear and out the other
We can be in a rocky place
And we’re soon blown over
We can be amidst struggles and trials
And our belief choked
We can realize our potential
And let the seed sink in
In to good, deep, fertile soil
With good roots
Growing big and strong
Then, without knowing it,
Revival has begun…
- Rachael Davison
Untitled
Another tear stained pillow
Another night of tears
Another box of tissues
Another hour of broken sobs
Another day of heart ache
Of lies, insults and jibes
Another day of taunts and jeers
How many more can I take?
I know this all has a reason
Like every time and season
And I know you’re hurting too
But why this do I have to get through?
I know it will soon be over…
But Lord… why not now?
- Rachael Davison
Untitled
I love you so much
I came from heaven
To a stable
Lived like you
Went through it all
I love you so much
I went through the desert
Forty days
Faced the jeers
Of your people
I love you so much
I faced the spit
The taunts
The lies
The crowd
The soldiers
The CROSS
For you
I love you so much
I died
Went to Hell
Endured your punishment
For three days
I love you so much
I defeated death
In three days
I love you so much
I died
And rose again
To give you life
Live it
- Rachael Davison
Sleeping Through the Storm
Luke Chapter 8
The winds are raging, Lord
The rain is soaking me through
The boat is sinking, Lord
Where are you?
The water is everywhere, Lord
The waves are overwhelming
This cannot go on, Lord
The storm is too much.
Where are you in all this, Lord?
I cannot see you in the storm
It feels like you’re asleep, Lord
I cry out to you.
You appear and answer, Lord
You are a rock of peace and hope
You are always there, Lord
Just seeing how I would cope.
You calmed the storm again, Lord
And asked me why I doubt
I don’t know, but when the storms flare up
I loose my sights off you
- Rachael Davison
Get Your Feet Wet
Joshua Chapter 3
We can pray to know
We can think
We can know
What your plan is Lord
These answers are sometimes here
Sometimes are more fuzzy
Or don’t appear to us at all
But you give a plan
We can have the plan
We can pray for it
We can know it
But we need one more thing
To do it
It is only when our feet step in the ricer
And get truly wet
It is then that the water stops
And the plan is put in place
And then we need to wait
Until the plan is through
And stick it till the end
It’s only when we get our feet wet
That we truly follow you
- Rachael Davison
01:16 am
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Pastels
I love working in pastels - and this poem was inspired by my latest attempt (see below)...
Pastels
Messy
Passionate
Chaotic
Having to delve right in
Both hands
Not caring about
Clothes
Surroundings
Other people’s views
Time
It’s a journey
Working until the end
I can see Jesus working in pastels
Rachael Davison
