Jan Stead JEMproductions

When times were troubled and my heart torn
I oft used to go there, to lay them before
the One, the Creator

When times were troubled and my heart torn
I oft used to go there, to lay them before
the One, the Creator

And so it is into
your arms
your loving outstretched
arms
we fall
place oursleves
in trust
in faith
with peace

Peace be still and know that I am God…..

You’re always there with me
Reach out your hand when I am down
You lift me in your arms
Carry me when I can’t walk

Heads lifted heavenward
shouting his name
trumpeting his glory
in flames of love it came

Still a light hovers over
above the still
silent and dark
abandoned and forsaken
the church without a heart

The audience is stilled to a hushed silence and even the air holds its breath. Then slowly, gently but surely, the metaphor of suspended animation melts into action…

Mythical,
magical,
mystical green
shrouded in mist

mocked and ridiculed
taunted and teased
draped in purple
a crown of thorns
pierced his skin

behind the scenes
the unseen
the hidden
the unknown

fragility
is simply
appearance
deception
illusion
misconception

I’m only one of the millions
worth little
or nothing
not even a cog
in the wheel
of the world
as it turns

new day
new dawn
new life
given

you couldn’t
leave a thumbprint
at the scene of a crime
for police to find
you

but blink and
you miss it
pause and
its past

You are worthy
Oh my child
You are loved

little boy climbing high in a tree
little boy smiling down at me
“I’ve got a secret!”
he said, said he
little boy sitting high in a tree

darkness….
there was nothing
but darkness
nothing….
but silence

The beauty of Creation
reflected in the Master’s hand
call Him Mother Nature
He doesn’t mind,
He understands