Sowing Time

We are living in time of great revelation. But it is hard. In fact it even hurts.

You are like a garden to me that has been hidden. I come to my garden to see what fruit is on the trees.  In your worship and praises you build a platform and a throne for me to come.
When you move into a new house often the sol in the garden is hard. Perhaps building work around the property has made the ground tough. Perhaps the builders themselves have compacted the ground as they have worked.

May I make a suggestion... you are a work in progress. What will be has not yet been fully formed.  This is a crucial time in your growth don’t let anyone burden you again.

REMEMBER THE LORD. When all seems so hard and bitterness tries to overshadow.

REMEMBER THE LORD!!

In Mark 4, Jesus talked of the word of God being as a seed. Some fell on stony ground and the sun came up and there was no real root for the seed and some fell among thorns and was choked but some fell on GOOD SOIL... Let Him find the good soil.  Don’t despair because the ground seems stony, beneath it is good soil.

In Bath, dig a bit deeper THERE IS GOOD SOIL.

In your own hearts abandon bitterness and REMEMBER THE LORD

But how do I dig deeper... well do the thing that you are anointed for. If it has God’s approval it will MOVE MOUNTAINS.

Daniel Chuter

Wood For Trees

When I can’t see wood for trees,
And the way is overcast and drear,
No light to clearly see the way,
The winding path, whilst there, creates a fear,
Where are You Lord, where are You?

‘My child, why do you fear the way I lead?
Though overcast and drear it seems,
Do you not know I lead the way,
And I will safely keep your steps, until you know
With certain hope that I am with you.

So, speak Lord, in the quiet glade,
Where leaves cast dancing shadows bright ,
And speak, Lord in the darker place,
When light is dim and uncertain steps are all my sight,
Speak, Lord, speak Your word to me.

‘Take time, my child, and learn of Me,
Allow yourself in this quiet space,
Although uncertain seems the way
Seek my face in the stillness of this quiet place,
For there I’m found .. be found of me.’

And at your voice the way ahead grows light,
And wider, safer, clearer seems the path,
A new perspective of your love I grasp,
That in the drear, the overcast, yet You are there
And it is Your heart that leads me through..



© Rosemary Raynes
Poem Written May 2012, during a walk in the woods