If I may do one thing….

If I may do one thing, let me love God

If I may do two, let me love his people

 

Inside me is my heart; the unseen jar for love

filled by his grace with heavens greatest jewel

Christ Jesus, reign, reign, reign in my heart

that it may be filled by you and overflow

overflow over your loved ones

 

If I may do one thing, let me love God

If I may do two, let me love his people

 

May my light be pure, untamed by modernity

May my voice be honest, for truth sets free

May my purpose and intention be motivated..

by love. Love. May I love.

 

If I may do one thing, let me love God

If I may do two, let me love his people

 

Every day is filled with music, all around I hear it

Songs of lives of hurt and pride; songs of living notes.

But bells do ring, as candles burn feircely

For Grace and Love came down;  may I ring of life’s return

 

If I may do one thing, let me love God

If I may do two, let me love his people

 

Beaneth ambitions, hopes and plans,

lays the deepest desire of all,

It cannot be buried and I learnt not to try

for it is my lifes ultimate goal:

 

To feel the love of my maker, and to love in return

To be captivated by his essence

To be lifted high above the worlds soggy ground,

and sit in his glorious presence

 

To feel my chest bursting with joy, with love..

the purest of  love as intended.

and to pour it all out, share it and bask in the truth

Of a life lived with God..as intended.

 

If I may do one thing, let me love God

If I may do two, let me love his people

 

but not one, not two, but thousands of seconds

moments, hours and days do I have

where I can love my God, my keeper forever

and in loving him, love his people too

 

God loves you with an intensity you will never fully fathom

He adores and cherishes you as a Father loves child.

 

Love God, love Jesus, each day falling deeper and deeper

and in him be moved to love those around you, love them fully..

As God so loved the world..

 

©2011 Joanna Gara,

Poetry&Songs4God

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Oh Christmas day in September noon

Oh Christmas day

In september noon

When I unwrapped a gift

And a lost life bloomed

 

My sin and trangressions

Like gift wrap torn off

fell down to the floor

as I met my true love

 

I had opened the gift

that would change my life

A gift of such worth

A gift of great price

 

It was Christmas day

tho the bells did not ring

the snowflakes still skyward

the carolers didnt sing

 

But high up in heaven

Was a celebration so great

For I had met Jesus

I found his embrace

 

Oh Christmas day,

Christ born in my heart

To reconcile my spirit

to my God up above

 

Oh Christmas day

My text came alive

as I felt his dominion

take hold of my life

 

Oh Christmas day

when a few months went by

I rejoiced on His birthday

for it gave me my life!!!

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john 3:16, “For God so loved the world that he gave his only son…” In every Christmas year, we must celebrate the Gods amazing gift of grace,gift of love, the gift of life!!

“…That whosoever believes in him, shall not perish, but have eternal life” I also rejoice for I remember the day I unwrapped this gift, and that life came alive in me.

Merry Christmas everyone.

Jesus be praised, have an awesome time  😀

Jo

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Joanna I Gara

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FINDING WOMANHOOD

My daughter of a broken world,

You’ve reached that tender age

Where suns have rose and moons have shone

Though many seemed the same

Young spirit of a once lost girl,

Its time you take your flight

No more do you fit her new frame

Its time to heed the night

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Arise all you who know this girl

Bear witness in her sight

For you declare her growth and change

You testify her plight

See them now my rising girl

See them stand and speak of you

Its time you face the next new stage

Its time you face new truth

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Yes, womanhood awaits you now

She is hear, she knocks for you

Reach out your hand, so soft yet firm

Take hold of what is new

Breathe from in to out my child,

Let that inner woman grow

Build up the strength inside your heart

Stand tall my child, stand tall

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Life will get hard, I promise this

There will be times to cry

But with each tear my tender child

Learn also how to dry

To dry your tears, and mend your wounds

To refuse to stay knocked down

To grow a tenacity deep within

you CAN make it & stay strong

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Yes, learn your heart and mind and soul

Discover what is good

Allow that might within you girl

To light the darkened rooms

Courage child, Hope and Love,

Let them take their rightful place

Inside your heart and spirit they

Shall help to guide the way

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The God Jehovah made you fair

The sweetness of divine

Step now in all pure joy and smiles

To Womanhood and Life

This is all I have to say to you,

Though it is far from a goodbye

For I will always watch out for you

After all, you are but I

Joanna I Gara

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I am a painting…

I am a painting
A painting of strokes, and curves, and tiny dabs here and there
Colours intertwined in a delicate blend of perfection

I am a painting
A painting of rises and falls, some minute almost unseen
Yet every part intended, every part a plan

I am a painting
A painting of depth, which draws eyes to see a story
A story and message, designed by He that holds the brush

I am a painting.
A painting by an artist who stroked with intention, and purposed its presentation
Each line unique and patented to the Makers name

I am a painting
A painting intended to be framed in glory to the artist
For which stroke, which line or blend, can claim its own creation?

However,
I am a painting
A painting that once confused appreciation of spectators
For a demonstration of credit to me

I am a painting
A painting that once choose frames that draw attention to my lines and curves
Not minding that his signature was hidden by their gaudy fabrication

I am a painting
A painting who wanted to create a stir amongst critics
That they may write of my flair, my story, myself

Yet;
When the lights were turned off, and the gallery doors closed
When the critics where gone and the spectators home
When the lines were fading, and the gradients chipped
At the end of the day, when it came down to it,

Only one line was written across my paper skin
Only one name could claim they had seen me from beginning to end
The artist

Sadly,
I am a painting
A painting whose outer lines will weaken and curves will lose definition
Who now recognises beauty truly is fleeting

I am a painting
A painting that has slowly come to realise,
that only one thing is needful, only this will survive

I am a painting
A painting who knows exteriors will someday fade;
But records in history’s book will still be made

I am a painting
A painting whose covered signature shall keep me out that book,
For a faded unnamed painting will indeed be overlooked

I am a painting,
A painting whose vanity based frames,
Scratched away at His perfection, made holes in my skin,

I am a painting
A painting that had to be restored,
Remove ill-chosen frames and the perfect ones placed on

I am a painting
A painting that had disrespected His name,
Covered up the artists signature and let its ink fade

Woe;
For I know what they do to unnamed paintings when worn out,
With no value attached to them, No famous name to shout.
No colours left, no lines displayed, no curves to draw the eyes of men
I know what happens to those unclaimed;
they are taken down and burnt; in the book they have no place.

But
I am a painting
A painting who has seen grace and love
of a divine Artist who came down from above…

My artist knew that my self-chosen frames
had distorted the picture of perfection he’d made.

So though he need not have, my artist began,
A great restoration project, restoring his plan

He began to pull out the nails all over me
Those placed to keep the wrong frames on top of me

As he pulled these nails, they pierced and they cut
But he triumphed and won, each one was taken out

His blood that ran, would leave a permanent stain
And he used this blood to re-write his name

Now ,
I am a painting
A painting that has a new frame,
A frame stuck on by that very blood that remained!!

My frame is him, and I am signed by his name
Yes I am HIS painting; let the ARTIST be praised.

Joanna I Gara

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TANGIBLE PERSPECTIVE

I awake with the morning, but the sun stays asleep
The sunrise is hidden, the dewy grass does weep
Evening comes quietly, I would not have known
For even the night diamonds, are hidden from my soul

A supper for kings is laid out before me
A feast of such goodness its promise to be
Yet a forkful to me is like a mouthful of sawdust
And a sip from the goblet just cannot quench me

The sound of gentle plucking, strings perfectly in place
The beat of perfect rhythm, sets the melody in pace
The fullness of an orchestra, every part attune
Is muted to my ears; I hear no sound or tune

Without you I hear no music
Without you my taste is gone
Without you I see no sunlight
No starry night is shone

Without you my life means nothing
For its you that makes it breath
You are my air for living
You are all I love and need

Your Love gives me eyesight
To see the beauty of this land
To see it with new vision
a wondrous gift of loving plans!

Your Peace gives me freedom
To enjoy the fruits upon this earth
Only when first full in you
Can I enjoy their lesser worth

Your Joy grants understanding
To see past the notes and tunes
To sing the song behind the lyrics
Yet enjoy the music too

All of which I see,
All I eat or even hear!
All of it means nothing
Unless you my Lord are near.

 

Joanna I Gara

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