Month: March 2016

Thursday is Verse Day @faithunlocked – Psalm 118:17

I will not die;
instead, I will live
to tell what the Lord has done.

– Psalm 118:17 (NLT)

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He Refreshes my Soul

I lack for nothing
Laying down in green pastures
Beside still waters
The Lord refreshes my soul
And guides my way on safe paths

– Psalm 23

written is response to today’s Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Refresh

What Some Do

Some think,
And take pride in their thoughts,
Thinking that thinking
Makes them the big ‘I am’

Some feel,
And take pleasure in experience,
Feeling that pleasure
Stands else above all

Yet some acknowledge their errors,
Worship their Creator,
Love their neighbour,
And soak in humble submission
To the King of Kings:
The ‘I Am’, above all

Roots Without Water

. . . and I saw a tree sapling, vibrant and verdant; but when I blinked it was transformed into a gnarled and hollow trunk . . .

Deep roots are not enough
Unless they tap Living Water
A tree will dry and die
Standing only as a monument
To what once was before
Then decay, death and entropy
And a return to the dust
Deep roots gain nothing
Without the Water of Life

. . . better the green sapling than the hulking hollow trunk . . .

tree of life Jesus

The Master’s Voice

The Master’s voice
Resounding through the ages –
Alpha and Omega

‘Your throne was established long ago;
you are from all eternity.’

Psalm 93

written is response to today’s Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Voice

Vintage

Originally posted on sister blog, More Than Dreamt Of.

More Than Dreamt Of

Written in response to the prompt on FRIDAY FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES: Prompt Challenge #19 – A Celebration

Ronovan Writes Friday Fiction

. . . . and re-introducing Dr Jay Genswood.

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Two separate events, eighteen months apart, have set me on my current path. The cynical academic I had been, sipping the complimentary drinks in business class on the ‘plane flying to meet my old college buddy Doug Kitchen in the Negev, would simply not recognise the man who walked out of Ana’s office in an astounded daze one and a half years later . . .

The robust wooden door before me bore the nameplate ‘Dr Ana Krino’, and as I knocked it sounded a comfortingly solid low note. I was greeted by a woman with Mediterranean looks, seemingly about my own age. She glanced at my face and an expression of superficial recognition quickly formed into a welcoming smile.

“Dr Genswood…

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Steps Back to Cair Paravel

Down the Snow Stairs

Down the Snow Stairs

Home at last, to my real country!
To the land I have sought all my life,
Though I never knew it ’til now.
‘Come further up, come further in!’

Further in through the doorway,
A steep descent, no longer dark,
Ne’er again Winter,
Without a Christmas.

The King returned, now reigns forever;
No more tears, nor sadness; no hurt, nor harm:
Now and always,
To the ends of time.

At the Lion’s roar, death’s armies flee;
In the Lion’s strength, His people stride out;
In the Lion’s name,
His people share His power;

‘And when he shakes his mane,
We shall have spring again’

written in response to a prompt and photograph from Sue Vincent – Daily Echo blog, and inspired by the enduring Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis

Faith, Hope and Love

I may speak
As one who has been blessed
With the tongues of angels
And those of the best of men,
But without love,
I am just a hollow gong.

I may be gifted
To speak in prophecy,
To fathom all earth’s mysteries,
The knowledge of the ages;
But without love,
I am nothing of note.

My faith might move mountains,
I may give all I have to the poor and hungry,
Or my body to hardship that I may boast;
Yet without love,
I shall gain nothing.

For true love is patient, true love is kind;
It neither envies, nor boasts, is never proud;
It does not dishonour others, is not self-seeking;
It is not easily angered, and keeps no record of wrongs;

Love never delights in evil,
But rejoices with the truth;
It will always protect,
Always trust,
Always hope, and persevere;
For true love will never fail.

Though prophecies may cease,
Though tongues may be stilled;
Though knowledge will pass away,
Still these three things shall ever remain:
Faith, hope and the greatest of all: love.

inspired by 1 Corinthians 13

What a Friend I Have

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge

His presence with me
Still shivers through my being
What a friend I have . . .

written in response to this week’s Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge