"You are Lord"

 

© Glenys Robyn Hicks  

"Who is he who overcomes the world except the one who believes that Jesus is the Son of God?" 1 John 5:5                                                              

 

When the Mother of a Prodigal Prays

 

 'When The Mother Of A Prodigal Prays '

 

Somewhere the poor mother of a prodigal son cries,

Her eyes reddened  and not taking in much at all,

For she’s seeing her son through the eyes of love

Not how the world sees him at all…

 

For somewhere the mother of a prodigal prays…

O how this poor mother prays.

 

For every thief is some poor mother’s child,

He has captured her heart in love’s ransom-

Yet to her she still sees the son of her youth;

But he’s stolen all of her dreams…

 

For somewhere the mother of a prodigal prays…

O how this poor mother prays.

 

Desperately and frantically the murderer flees

Yet from this one thing he can’t ever flee-

The love of his mother bowing in sorrow,

Bemoaning a love he can’t kill…

 

For somewhere the mother of a prodigal prays…

O how this poor mother prays.

 

For every trembling junkie finally taking a fix

There’s a hurting mother just wondering why

The life that she gave him just isn’t enough;

And she bows her head slowly and cries…

 

For somewhere the mother of a prodigal prays…

O how this poor mother prays.

 

The gavel thumps and the sentence is passed

She is ushered out as her son’s led away.

As tears flow down each side of her face

She still finds the strength to pray…

 

For somewhere the mother of a prodigal prays…

O how this poor mother prays.

 

So for every news article that you ever read

Of sons that have gone their own way,

Remember that he has a mother who cares

And lift her to God when you pray…

 

For somewhere the mother of a prodigal prays…

O how this poor mother prays.

 

 

© Glenys Robyn Hicks  

 

“Bear one another burdens and so fulfill the law of Christ”
Galatians 6:2

God sent an angel

                                       

"God sent an angel"

  I often go to Gethsemane

To watch with You awhile

And I try to bring some comfort,

That is soothing for Your soul...

The horror of what You’ll go through 

 Sends shivers down my spine- 

So I retreat to the land of reality, 

In my own space and time… 

 For the terror is so real to me, 

The anguish, pain and dread 

Of betrayal and crucifixion 

 With thorns rammed on Your head...

 

 To think You knew it all along 

From words of prophecy-

 The wonder of Your saving love 

Is the greatest miracle to me…

 

 Each time I’m in that garden, 

I’m too afraid to stay- 

No wonder God sent an angel, 

To strengthen You that day.

  © Glenys Robyn Hicks 

‘Then an angel appeared to Him from Heaven strengthening Him’ Luke 22:43

                                 

“A Meditation”

Now I lay me down to sleep

As the day departs

And the sun’s long rayed fingers

Streak downward and disappear,

I meditate on my bed

And think of You, Lord.

I think of Your great mercies

As You kept me safe today,

And I delight in knowing You love me,

Even now as I lay reflecting on

Mistakes and sins of the day-

Forgiven and forgotten

As soon as I acknowledge them before You.

I can rest secure knowing

That even as I sleep,

You are watching over me,

Even me,

Whilst You sustain the world

And call the stars out by name.

Because of Your goodness and faithfulness,

I can sleep at peace,

Knowing that You will be with me now,

And tomorrow,

And forevermore.

  

©  Glenys Robyn Hicks  

 

 ‘I meditate on You in the night watches’   Psalm 63:6

A mother's love

                                      

"A mother's love"

In joyful love and amazement the young Eve’s heart lurched

As she gazed at the infant she’d just brought to birth,

And the depth of her love took her quite by surprise

As she looked at Cain’s face with its big blue eyes.
This gift from the LORD brought her to first know..
Pain mingled with joy which followed to show
A mother's love...

How perfectly shaped his head covered in fine down
What strength in his grip on her finger he clasped round,
How tiny each feature, how perfect, how flawless-

How soft was the skin still wet from the waters

That protected and comforted him just moments ago

When the world still had no babe nor mother to know

A mother’s love…

Joy swept through her previously unknown;

Eve knew it was the same joy God towards her had shown-

Feelings of elation in the life of a new living being

And possibilities of shared love previously unseen;

Deep feelings of protection and for the nurturing of

This delightful new creature and object of

A mother’s love…

This love felt so strange as it burst in Eve’s soul

And she knew that as a woman she truly felt whole,

For she sensed that as a mother she took a part in creation,

And thanking God, full of thankful celebration,

She lifted her son to the Father above,

Amazed by the strength and power of

A mother’s love…

All through the ages this same love formed in Eve’s heart

Has been passed down to her daughters as they too take part

In the greatest of mysteries known to man,

The strong feeling of partnership in God’s plan

Of the birth and the nurture and the survival of

God’s most precious of blessings so needful of

A mother’s love.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

“ I have gotten a man with the help of the Lord.” Genesis 4:1

What is a home?

                                          

"What is a Home?"

A home is a haven and a place of rest,
A sanctuary where loving acceptance go
Hand and hand with teachings of Christ,
Who is invited to dwell by His Spirit,
And rule as rightful Head.

A home is the solid earthly foundation
For God’s Word to be lived out daily
And His Love shown
Even in small things.

Home is a place of worship
Where true expressions of faith
And love for God can be expressed

In the most intimate
Of relationships,

The family.

A home is a blessing from the Lord.
May you find the peace

And love of God

In your home

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

"The curse of the LORD [is] in the house of the wicked: but he blesseth the habitation of the just" Proverbs 3:33