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Ana Lisa De Jong

Fooling Ourselves

We fool ourselves. Believe ourselves to be attached fast to the leaf. But shaking in the wind, as blossoms on the branch; buffeted enough, we find ourselves, airborne. We fool ourselves. That it won’t be our turn. Comforting others, measuring out our careful wisdom....

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Don’t Forget

Don’t forget, What is the enemy after, in the end? Our faith. And if our faith can falter,then we’ve lost the upper hand. Though hearts break around us,and lives are abruptly shortened; we must, with all the faith we can muster, draw courage again. We must live now...

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Crossroads

There is nothing better than Your paths. Though we’ll stray and divert our ways, from Yours. Carry burdens not made for us, stumble on alone and not recall, the comforts of a companion for the road. Nowhere is more perfect than your paths. And because of Your love and...

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Come to the Garden

"My husbandman, welcome to your garden Come, walk with me here There are roses but there are thorns I lay my soul to you bare. My husbandman, take my hand Let me lead you, let me show you around May you delight in the rich perfume Just please don’t look at the ground....

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Come to Me

Come to me and love me, like the sun rising. Surprising in its warmth, It’s caress on my skin, strengthening me within. Like a plant stretching to the light, make me want Your love, and reach towards your heights. Come to me and love me,like the rain falling. Gently...

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Beauty Hunter

I am a beauty hunter. Desiring to touch, taste and see. To drink in sunsets, run through waves, chase the tail of moon – and be free. Beauty beckons to me, as a siren call from the sea. The only response to embrace - nature, creation; to stand in awe of its immensity,...

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Ask Yourself

Ask yourself. What direction do you want to take? Smooth as water, which knows its way; or fighting the current for wasted gain? Let go. Don’t hold on tight. God’s river runs wide, and carries us all. His blessings kept safe, and His purpose sure, in His river of deep...

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Arms of Grace

I think of you saviour With arms unfurled Nails driven deep In hands holding the world. I think of you saviour A spear in your side Wounded for our transgressions Your life ebbing as the tide. Fingers curled in pain Tears of blood on the ground Light of the world...

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