Showing posts with label worship. Show all posts
Showing posts with label worship. Show all posts

Friday, 10 November 2017

I came to show Myself

I came to show myself
I came
I came to show you
How strong
You already are
Your heart is hid in me
I will always show off my treasures
For the whole world to see
That I am the one
Who has held you close forever
Who has never left you
Who shows you love unending
Did I not set the stars in the sky
And the ocean waves to roar
Did I not craft each heart
As delicate as a dew drop
But yet unbreakably strong
It is I who has never left you
Whispering my love
This is just the beginning
Of new times of joy unimaginable
Of a wiping away of tears
Of unfolding of eternity's space
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Lara Cookey
05 Nov 2017

Tuesday, 18 April 2017

This God

If like me you have ever wondered why natural beauty can be inwardly uplifting, I realize that it was all part of God's plan. To display His beauty, the awesomeness of His majesty and to gladden our hearts.  He gave us that impetus in us called 'sense of wonder'. 
We are then supposed to return glory to the creator and enjoy what He has put out there for our eyes to feast on.
I was doing just that when I sat on a friend's porch in Johannesburg and witnessed this stunning sunset. 


This God

Who painstakingly

Painted the sunset

With many different hues

Who set the fiery ball in place 

Who juxtaposes light and dark

In the right proportions

To please the eye

I gasp in wonder 

In awe of His creation

This God

My God

My King

My Saviour

My everything




Wednesday, 15 April 2015

The master artist


There are so many things
That have been placed here for us 
That reveal the hand of a master artist
Beauty for our eyes to behold
Stunning sunsets and bright full moons
Graceful sea and land creatures
Awe inspiring mountains and hills
Cloudscapes that tell stories
Why have I got into this appreciative mode?
I looked at a floral arrangement
That I made for my coffee table
It reminded me of the rich hues of African batik
See for yourself
Do you not wonder
At the hand that speckled these leaves
That imbued them with varieties
Of shape and colour and form
Do you not wonder
At the majesty of the master artist?