Angel in the night

The snow and the ice, a mask to the danger,

A growing fear, but not for the stranger,

A perfect mystery, in a tainted landscape,

A healer to the broken, within a unexplained mistake

Appearing from the darkness, bringing comfort to the damaged,

A humbling experience and then the heavenly man emerged,

Innocent to the surroundings, he speaks the words of truth,

She cried out to the Lord and he sent a spiritual child to soothe,

Dragged mercilessly and it seemed like slow motion,

A terrifying memory, entwined with deep emotion,

A hound with swirls of white hair,

This miracle from a desperate prayer

The car untouched, appearing from the shadows,

Driven effortlessly on the ice,

This history, a mystery, and next time she'll think twice!

This is a blessing, an early Christmas gift,

From a desperate cry, to a heavenly guy,

Redeemed by grace, a real life uplift!

God gave you life this night beautiful sister,

We love you so, and hope your legs get better,

So precious to us, we're so glad your safe,

I am so relieved and inspired by your faith!

Happy Christmas Beautiful Hannah xxx

A lesson in Grace

There used to be a rich old King,

Who told the officials to come in,

And give him the money they owed him,

Then one by one, their cash they would bring.

A man came forth who could not pay,

And through his shame he had to say,

"I have no money, there's just no way,

can you spare me another day?"

And so that man was let off the hook,

And all his debt was erased from the book,

He left the building with a grateful look .

He went into a meeting place,

A debter of his, knelt and looked at his face,

he pleaded to him and asked him for grace,

And told him I need a few more days.

But the man that was kindly let off his debt,

was very mean and seemed to suddenly forget,

and told the man he would make him a threat,

and if he didn't pay, it would be something he'd regret.

New song in my heart ♥

Father be my song,

Forgive me all I've done,

Put the new words on my lips,

And at the fountain of your wisdom I will sip.

Can you hold me in your arms,

And whisper in my ear your precious psalms,

Heal me of all my sorrow,

And make me clean for tomorrow.

And I will make my life your praise,

To worship you with all my days,

Every person that I meet,

I will honour you with hands and feet.

Ive been humbled to believe,
My heart is open to recieve,
Take my mess and make it new,
And all my life will speak of you.

All my days I'll seek your face

Finding refuge in your holy place,

To be welcomed and accepted

Where you were broken and rejected.

Amen.

The Prodigal Son

My Father said to me,

I've divided up my property,

you two can share it equally,

and both of you will have money.

So I took it out onto the town,

and went to parties all around,

lots of girls and lots of sounds,
all new friends that I had found.

Then I ran out of the dosh,
and all my friends I had were lost,
a pig farmer became my boss,
and the pig swill became my nosh.

So I went back home to Dad,
feeling very sorry and sad,
but actually he was really glad,
and said "theres a party to be had!"