The Forest Whispers His Name

The wind whispers over the waters,
as though trying to tell us
the secrets of the past.

The trees stretch their branches toward the heavens,
lifting them as though in praise.

The leaves fall gently from the trees,
as though waving goodbye
to the life they once knew,
releasing what has been
and surrendering themselves
to something new.

The water meanders through the rocks,
tracing paths that lead to places
alive with the sounds of life.

The rocks sit,
placed with care and wonder,
one upon another,
each holding its place
signs of where the water once lived.

And in the silence,
the sounds of the forest gently speak of life.

The trees,
their leaves dressed in the colours of spring,
burst into life,
each one displaying the majesty of His creation.

Everything seems to whisper His name.

The wind.
The water.
The trees.
The rocks.
The sounds of life hidden within the forest.

His wonder and beauty are on display
for anyone willing to stop long enough to see.

And if you believe,
if you listen closely,
perhaps you can hear His voice too

speaking words of life,
of love,
and of hope.

Worship In Stillness ©
1 Kings 19:11-13

Within a mighty Windstorm:
A ferocious wind raged and roared.
Playing a frantic chaotic chord.
The every earth trembled and groaned.
Like a lost tragic soul disowned.

Yet in the torment of the wind.
Amongst the crying of those who've sind.
A calming voice is softly heard.
Be calm and wait now upon my word.

Within a terrible earthquake:
Hold fast as the earth will tremble.
And watch as the angels assemble.
The earth itself is filled with dread.
The land is chard and rivers run red.

And yet the Lord is nowhere found.
Amongst the fearful terrible sound.
His voice is not amongst the clash.
Of mountain stones and rocks as they crash.

Within a raging firestorm:
Then a fire fiercely consumes all.
As a deadly rain of embers fall.
Fragile flesh and blood burn and boil.
That burns the ground yet feeds the earths soil.

But for the Lord you'll search in vain.
He's not to be found in fiery rain.
For he'll not be found in turmoil.
Don't let the inferno your soul roil.

Within a gentle whisper:
And now there's a gentle voice.
Hear the Lord and let your heart rejoice.
And know that the Lord is near you.
For His promise to you, He'll be true.

Now bow your head in deep prayer.
For the Lord of life, your sins did bear.
As you kindle your inner flame.
In stillness worship His holy name.

MJ Flack

Midnight ©
An Acrostic

Moonlight filters through the trees.
I embrace the cool night breeze.
Diamond like stars light my path.
Narnia is close at hand.
I can hear Aslan calling.
Glowing lamposts mark the door.
Heralding an adventure.
Tomorrow can wait for now.

MJ Flack

Eternity In ATear Drop ©

Ask me about eternity.
And I will show you eternity in a tear drop.

Jesus wept;
The Lords tears,
Fell to the very earth,
That He had created.
Now watered by His anguish.

Jesus wept;
They stood there,
And watched Him as he cried.
Ignorant of His pain.
Their thoughts filled with human cares.

Jesus wept;
Angels sighed,
For they knew why he cried.
For a world in darknes.
That could not see the light.

Jesus wept;
God looked on,
The fullfilment of plans,
Set forth at creation.
When would they see the truth?

MJ Flack

Though the Night May Seem Long

Though the night seems endless,
and the morning feels a long way off,
joy comes in the morning.

Sadness may endure for a night,
and the darkness may seem to linger,
but morning always comes.

The darkness begins to fade,
and a new day dawns
a day filled with promise, hope and possibility.

The tears of the night have dried,
and somehow, in the light of a new day,
things begin to look different.

The circumstances may not have changed.
The situation may still be the same.
But I have changed.

Because I spent the night in His presence.

There were tears
tears of pain, tears of travail,
tears that soaked my pillow
as I cried out to God.

But I survived the night.

And when morning came,
His presence filled the places
where sorrow had been.

The darkness could not stay forever.
The tears were not wasted.
And the night did not have the final word.

The light began to fill my heart again,
and with it came a new joy.

I may not know what this new day will bring,
but I know the One
who brought me through the night.

So I will rise.
I will breathe.
I will trust.

For His mercies are new every morning,
and if He carried me through the night,
He will walk with me into the day.

Safe In the Cleft

The wind blows all around,
the snow falls without warning,
the storm rages in every direction,
yet I am not moved.

I am held safe
in the cleft of the Rock,
hidden in the place
where You keep me.

The wind cannot knock me
from where I stand,
for I do not stand alone.
I am held in Your arms.

Though the storm ravages
all that surrounds me,
I remain unmoved,
secured in Your presence,
protected from every element.

The warmth of Your love
is my shield,
my covering,
my refuge.

I have no fear
in this place of Your love.
Though the storm presses in
on every side,
You will not let it come near me.

Your love surrounds me,
a fortress I did not build.

Held in grace
I cannot understand,
in love I do not deserve,
yet freely given.

It costs me nothing
but surrender.

So I rest here,
in the cleft of the Rock,
hidden, held,
forever safe in You.

Colour – the Language Of His Beauty

He paints
with a myriad of colours,
and His palette
never runs dry.

Colours so bold,
so brilliant,
that only He could create them.

Alive with purpose,
rich with meaning,
they do not fade
as empty things do.

They carry something deeper
a quiet whisper
of intention,
of care.

They say a picture paints
a thousand words,
but Yours speak millions.

Each colour placed with precision,
with thought,
with beauty that reaches beyond sight
and settles into the soul.

From the vast stretch of the sky
painted in shifting hues,
to the smallest insect
hidden among the leaves,

each one displays a beauty
beyond depth,
beyond description.

Nothing is accidental.
Nothing is wasted.

A world without colour
would feel empty
silent
without life.

But colour breathes.

It pulses.
It speaks.

In every bloom,
in every rainbow,
in every detail we might overlook,

there is a message:

You are seen.
You are loved.
You are cared for.

For the One who created it all
did not hold back.

He filled the world with beauty
so that we might see
just a glimpse
of Him.

The Shadows

Dappled, dancing shadows
cast their lines in patterns not easily traced.
The small becomes mighty,
the towering made gentle
each one a display of mystery and delight.

In the world of shadows,
nothing is quite as it seems.
For without the light,
what shadow could ever be formed?

Darkness tries to hide within the shadows,
yet the light will always find it.
And in the deepest dark, there is no shadow at all
so where does my shadow go?

Even there You are present.
Your light breaks through, showing the way.

I have no need to fear the shadow,
for without You, it cannot exist.

Once, in days long gone,
a shadow cast could bring healing
and still today,
under the shadow of Your wings,
I find refuge.

I am safe.

To walk within Your shadow
is to remain close
held, covered, kept from harm.

For darkness is the absence of light,
but in Your shadow
there is light,
there is love,
there is protection.

Grace Found Me Searching

Looking for God
in all the wrong places,
trying to find
true peace of mind.

Lost in a world of darkness,
searching for the light,
but in all the places I looked,
peace was nowhere in sight.

The tranquillity I needed
was too hard to find,
nothing seemed able
to quiet my mind.

Then grace found me searching
and showed me the way,
to a place I had not known,
where I was welcomed to stay.

The light was so bright
I wanted to run,
but I was taken by the hand
and led to the Son.

I saw through the pain
of all I had been,
to the One who could finally
cleanse me from sin.

I reached for His touch,
but ashamed of my state,
I wanted to run,
to turn and escape.

Then a gentle voice whispered,
“There is no need to fear.
You will find love
and compassion here.”

Fighting the fear,
the shame and the pride,
I found myself
no longer trying to hide.

I reached for the love
poured out for me,
and in the blink of an eye,
for the first time

I FELT FREE.

THE REFLECTION IS NO LONGER ME

As one looks in the mirror,
I cast my gaze
towards the surface of the water,
looking for the reflection
I long to see.

The reflection I seek
it is no longer me.

I search to seek,
in hopes that I find
the reflection of You
in the waves of my mind.

Your image is the face
that I long to see,
the proof of Your life
dwelling in me.

The light of Your love
breaking through,
showing me
that I belong to You.

As I look deeper,
the ripples move
to reveal
what the eyes just cannot see

the life of You
now dwelling in me.

And search as I might,
it is now hard to find
traces of the me
that I have left behind.

Your work has brought
changes in me,
changes that only You can see.

As I walk in Your way,
I begin to see

the reflection that looks back
is no longer me.

Before I Sleep ©

The night shrouds the cold sky in starry splendour.
As the shadows fall.
The Lords sweet angels singing oh so tender.
With the masters call.

I close my eyes as I calm my troubled mind.
Yet I shed no tear.
For in the darkness it is you that I find.
I can feel you near.

Before I drift to sleep to you I will pray.
My humble request.
Between now and the breaking of a new day.
My sleep is blessed.

I will dream of that distant celestial shore.
A place of wonder.
Where I will live in delight for evermore.
With Christ my Saviour.

MJ Flack

My Mess, God’s Masterpiece

When I view the Master’s paintings,
hanging for the world to see,
I think a masterpiece
could never become me.

My faults and all my failures
seem displayed for all to see,
yet You whisper gently,
“The masterpiece I’m creating is thee.”

Each brushstroke has a purpose,
each touch is placed with care.
The colours on Your palette
are beyond all compare.

Your love becomes so evident,
so deep I can’t comprehend,
that my life is the paintbrush
held safely in Your hand.

Though You’re creating a masterpiece,
I know I may not see
the finished work You’re painting
this side of eternity.

Until that day, I’ll trust You,
though the canvas seems unclear,
for every stroke of mercy
is drawing You more near.

My mess is not the ending;
it’s where Your grace begins.
The Master sees a masterpiece
where the world still sees my sin.

I'll Honour You ©

I'll honour you in my special way.
Remembering the times we shared.
And the special ways you showed you cared.
With memories I'll honour you.

I'll keep you alive and real in my heart.
Like the secret dreams that we kept.
Or the bonds of love that never slept.
With fond memories I'll honour you.

MJ Flack

Divergent ©

You are not of this cold dark world.
So you should stand out as unique.
Indifferent to sarcasm.
Set yourself apart from others.
you are on a sacred journey.
Towards a promised paradise.

There will be others in your life.
Who you will meet and connect with.
Some will accept you as you are.
While some will sadly turn away.
Just be true to saviour king.
And true friends will always be near.

The world is a fading nightmare.
Images entangled in fear.
Filled with enchanting deceptions.
Your difference will be a light.
A beacon of the gospels grace,
So bravely let it shine for all.

MJ Flack

Salvation ©
Acrostic

Salient is the moment.
Askance were my family.
Loving was Gods' perfect grace.
Vouchsafe was my saviours gift.
Admitting I need saving.
To you Lord I am contrite.
In submission I bow down.
Obedient to your call.
Nothing can take the Lords place.

MJ Flack

In The Moment ©
A Found Poem

A little bird, with plumage brown,
Beside my window flutters down,
A moment chirps its little strain,
Then taps upon my window-pane,
And chirps again, and hops along,
To call my notice to its song;
But I work on, nor heed its lay,
Till, in neglect, it flies away.

Looking out on the dawning day,
My thoughts like dry leaves drift away,
What did I hear that now has left?
That seemed fleeting and rather deft.
The sound of a friend's short visit.
To draw my near and elicit.
To rise and greet a friend one knows.
With gentle words and lilting prose.

Yet gone is the passing moment.
For time is my worse opponent.
As wasted time and passing thoughts.
Leaves my spirit in twisted knots.
Why did I tarry and delay.
And let my mind in tatters fray.
To miss the moment bitter sweet.
And in regret I make retreat.

I pray that I may always be.
A welcome friend awaiting thee.
A Christian with an open door.
An open heart for evermore.
For I should never want to miss.
Another note of tender bliss.
So patiently I will attend.
And welcome hence my every friend.

MJ Flack

Growing In The Light ©
Glowing In The Shade

We're growing in the light.
Where sin can't show its' face.
We ready for the fight.
Empowered by Gods' grace.

A comfort for the lost.
A fire within the shade.
We never count the cost.
For the bridges we've made.

The Lord within our heart.
A light for the unsaved.
We're pledged to do our part.
Through the battle we'll brave.

There's power in the light.
There's fear within the shade.
Yet we'll do what is right.
Our faith won't be swayed.

MJ Flack

In Harmony ©
a gregorian chant

(English)
Although we're a body.
As Christs ambassadors
We should be as one
One harmony
As one spirit
Singing a concentus
To Jesus our Lord

Of one spirit
Many sweet voices
Together in prayer
Like light incense
Rises up to heaven
To the throne of God
This our worship of love

May the Lord be honoured
May our works
As our words
Shine Gods' grace
In a dark world
This we do promise
As we live and breath

(Latin)
Etsi corpus sumus.
Ut Christi legati
Oportet ut unum
Una concordia
Ut unus spiritus
Cantantes concentum
Ad Jesum Dominum nostrum

Unius spiritus
Multi dulces voces
simul in oratione
Sicut incensum lux
Sicut incensum lux
Sicut incensum lux
Hic noster cultus amoris

Sit Dominus honor
Ut nostra opera
Sicut verba nostra
Deorum luceat gratia
In tenebris mundi
Hoc nos promittimus
Ut vivimus et spiritum

MJ Flack

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Rhythm Of Life ©
Ghazal

There is a soft flow.
Gentle and fluid.
Rhythmic and metred.
Ebbing receding.
Pulsing and vibrant.
Alive with being.

Heart Kindly whispers.
The Lords Serenade.
Calming our worries.
Consoling our fears.
In tender embrace.
We find our comfort.

In the rhythm of life.
We find completion.
Musical blessing.
Perfect crescendo.
An opus of love.
Gods' grace perfected.

MJ Flack

Help Me Live for You

Lord, help me crucify the flesh
And let it have no space
To turn my soul away from you
Or block the path of grace.

Remove the pleasures sin affords
That lure from all that’s right,
And change the things that I desire
To seek Your pure delight.

Awake in me a holy thirst
For righteousness and good,
Please help me love the things You love
And do as Jesus would.

Where I’ve left room for fleshly lusts
And worldly things that fade,
Reveal my sin and help me turn
From where my soul has strayed.

Convict and cleanse, renew and bless,
Lord, help me live for You –
Sold out for Christ with no reserves
In love that’s pure and true.

Christina Joy Hommes

And they that are Christ’s have crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts. Galatians 5:24

Choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God, than to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season; Hebrews 11:25

Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled. Matthew 5:6

But put ye on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make not provision for the flesh, to fulfil the lusts thereof. Romans 13:14

That ye put off concerning the former conversation the old man, which is corrupt according to the deceitful lusts; And be renewed in the spirit of your mind; And that ye put on the new man, which after God is created in righteousness and true holiness. Ephesians 4:22-24

Grace be with all them that love our Lord Jesus Christ in sincerity. Amen. Ephesians 6:24

By Grace Not Works
By Grace Not Works

My works can never save me
Or pay the debt I owe
To get me into heaven
Or wash me white as snow.

Each moment’s full allegiance
Belongs to God my King
And can’t make up for past ones –
There’s nothing spare to bring.

My best attempts are tainted,
My purest thoughts are flawed,
So on my own I’m helpless
To try to get to God.

But Jesus Christ my Savior
Came down to earth for me,
Completely pure and sinless
To set the guilty free.

He took my sinful record
As if it was His own
Then died to buy my pardon,
To rescue and atone.

He paid my debt completely,
Washed all my sin away,
And rose to give me access
To God’s eternal day.

There’s nothing I can give Him
To add to what He’s done –
He did it all and gives me
The freedom that He won.

I cannot earn or merit
This gift of love divine –
By grace alone He saved me
And made His mercy mine.

Christina Joy Hommes

Thank You for Your Love
Thank You for Your Love

My God, I come in humble awe
And thank You for Your love
So vast, so deep, so wonderful
It lifts my heart above.

That God Himself would come to earth
Rejected, tested, poor,
Then take my sin with all its shame
To open heaven’s door.

That Jesus Christ would bear my guilt
And wear it on the tree –
Unjustly lifted up to die
To show His love for me.

That on the cross as darkness fell
And heaven turned away,
He gave Himself to pay my debt
To wash my sins away.

That three days on He broke the chains
That bound me to the grave –
He rose again to live and reign,
To pardon, rescue, save.

That when I was an enemy
He set His love on me
And sent His Spirit in my heart
To make these blind eyes see.

That when I came with nothing good
To offer at His throne,
He welcomed me with matchless grace
To take me as His own.

That though I sin and often fall
He loves me just the same
And lets me have a special part
To magnify His Name.

That when I’m weak and feeling low,
He proves His love indeed
With comfort, strength, and tender care
To meet my every need.

That in a world so marred by sin
He sends such pure delight
With blessings, gifts, provisions, too,
To bring me joy and light.

That someday soon He’ll take me home
To realms of endless love
Where He’s prepared a perfect place
To dwell with me above.

That endless years will never dull
The perfect joy we’ll share,
The oneness of eternal love
To which He’s made me heir.

Oh, what a love I see displayed
In all Your gracious ways!
Lord, help me love You more, I pray,
And lift eternal praise.

Christina Joy Hommes