Inspirational Poetry

Belinda's Poetry

I AM by Belinda van Rensburg   I Am the Origin, King of Creation I'm the Lord of all tribes, all tongues and all nations. My voice is like thunder, my eyes are like coals; I am the Maker and Savior of souls.   I Am the One, I'm the Almighty God; I have in my hand the scepter and rod. My throne is in heaven, for that's where I live - to all who are mine life with me I will give.   I Am Lord of creation, eternal and just, but man on the earth I have made from the dust. I gave him my breath and he came to life; I gave him a garden and I gave him a wife.   I Am the One who loves all that I've made; the angels in heaven, the man and the maid. I love them with all that I Am for I'm love; I'm the Father, the Son and the Spirit above.   I'm the Lord of Hosts, I'm the Almighty King - I gave them all voices and taught them to sing. Eternity's yearning I've put in their hearts, I'll protect them all from the evil one's darts.   I am holy, majestic, righteous and glorious; over evil and death and decay I'm victorious. Now come all my children, draw near unto me, For I have the power to set you all free." © 2008 _______________________________________   The Master Painter by Belinda van Rensburg   A glowing white-washed orb hung high Lighting up the midnight sky As silently it spins and sails Upon ordained and preset trails. Silver moonbeams kiss the ground Then move along without a sound; Dappled shadows on the grass; Pale face upon a pond of glass. Cotton candy clouds glide by Dimming the moon and starlit sky; Cold winds blow and they move on; Soon every misty cloud is gone. Stardust dancing on the beams Of the moon and the world seems Touched by the Master Painter's Hand Creating an enchanted land. © 2008 _______________________________________     A Worthy Vessel by Belinda van Rensburg   Since time immemorial the waves have roared Lashing and forming the sandy shores, Then still, then storm, then high, then low; Breaking where seawater ebb and flow. In perfect rhythm the tides come in - High and low and neap and spring, Ceaselessly moving and shaping the land; Breaking the shells into soft, white sand. So too with us – with you and with me; Throughout our lives we unceasingly see God's Hand within our calm and our storm Shaping us from the day we are born. When things get tough we should not despair: The Lord is in our trials and our prayers, We need only look upon Jesus' face To know He is our safe hiding place. God cares so much for each one of us So do not panic and do not fuss - Allow God to break, to heal and remake You for the part He wants you to take. A vessels so fine it is fit for the King Wondrously beautiful; sealed with His ring - Blood-bought and pure; the Potter's pride Dressed in white linen; the High King's bride. © 2011 ______________________________________       Hearts on Fire by Belinda van Rensburg Glory, glory to God on High Lord of the mountains; El-Shaddai Righteous One thund'ring through space Savior of the human race. Honor and glory belongs to Him He is worthy; He is our King. Jehovah-Rohi; Shepherd and Rock Protecting; guiding His well-loved flock. Come all the Earth; praise El-Olam God Everlasting; Radiant One Mounted; riding the cherubim; Worshiped by six-winged seraphim. Let's lift our voices in sincere love; Let us sing love songs to God's Lamb Above; Joining the angelic host's mighty choir With clean hands and soft hearts on fire. © 2010 _______________________________________ Strong In You, Lord by Belinda van Rensburg I am not always able to Do what I'm supposed to do, But through Your Blood that set me free And with Your Spirit guiding me I won't give up but carry on Until my time on Earth is done. Be with me and guide my steps; Help me to daily do my best. Left to myself I'll surely fail For I am very weak and frail; In You alone can I be strong And not do those things which are wrong. Here I stand strengthened by You, Assured that You will help me through Whatever trials may come my way. I know with me my Lord will stay; You are my Rock, Deliverer, Friend; My Hope and Strength until the end. © 2008 _______________________________________   Encircled by Your Love by Belinda van Rensburg Lord Jesus, You are my heart's desire; I want to see Your dear, loving Face. My soul has been quickened; my heart is on fire; I am desperate for Your gentle embrace. Your tender, soft-spoken words will bring healing, Filling my soul with peace from Above. On bended knees at Your feet I am kneeling, Offering my adoration and love. I beg You to bless me with Your tender touch; Embrace me Lord; hold my hand - Demons will quake whilst the angels keep watch As encircled by Your Love I stand. © 2008 _______________________________________     Tears in Crystal Vials by Belinda van Rensburg   What if the angels caught each tear we cried In crystal vials trimmed with silver and gold, To lay at the feet of the One Who resides In Heavenly places to bless and behold? What if the tears that we shed were collected And strewn in the sky to catch the Son's rays; His brilliant Light by each teardrop reflected Painting a bow to remind and amaze? The Sovereign Lord can change crying to laughter And wipe every tear from our eyes; Replacing our sorrows with joy-filled hereafters And ashes with rainbows to color our lives. © 2008   _______________________________________ Blessed Storms by Belinda van Rensburg   During stormy weather Clouds seem to lose their glow; Gathering together They darken Earth below. The leaden sky explodes; Rain pelts the ground with force Threatening to erode The soil without remorse. Clouds rumble, roil and moan; Lights split the sky in two; Earth's creatures hide and groan Birds bid the air adieu. Though dark clouds hide the sun; Though they are glum and gray - Without them we're undone For they send life our way. They're smiled on by the Son He formed; sent each of them; A blessing every one; A mystery to men. Bringing much needed rain Enabling life to grow; Though storms can cause much pain We need their blessed flow. When storm clouds gather close And life seems dark and bleak; When foes attack; oppose Leaving us battered; weak. Remember that each cloud's A blessing in disguise - Sent by God; allowed To strengthen; make us wise.  © 2008 _______________________________________     God Cares by Belinda van Rensburg   A mother bird has built a nest Which is quite different from the rest, For there between the potted leaves (not in the trees or under eaves) She built a cozy little home, In which to raise her chick alone. The pot was standing on a wall And to ensure it wouldn't fall I moved it to a safer place Where enemies could not give chase - Then in the pot plant in the shade One spotted little egg was laid. Onto the porch I daren't go To clean, to read, to knit or sew. For fear of frightening Momma dear I kept my distance; I steered clear And far away from chick and nest So that she could relax and rest. The long awaited day arrived And to make sure that it survived I prayed and asked our God on High To undertake 'till it could fly; That He'd supply its every need Until itself the chick could feed. Yesterday it left the nest Feathered in its Sunday best; Its mom seemed very agitated But pretty soon her fears abated; The fledgling spread its wings to fly And swept into the clear blue sky. The moral of my story's thus: God loves us and He's good to us; He cares about things small and big Including that one little chick Hatched from an egg so oddly laid In a pot plant in the shade. © 2008 _______________________________________       The Sign of the Bow by Belinda van Rensburg A veil of misty droplets hung Colored by the rays of sun; Fair arc set in the rain-washed sky Where God's wing'ed creatures fly. The multi-colored painted bow Serves as a sign to man below; Set over land and oceans deep Reminding us God doesn't sleep. He promised nevermore to send A Flood to drown those who offend; And then He sealed His promise thus - A true love-letter writ to us. © 2008 _______________________________________     The Old Mission Church by Belinda van Rensburg The air is hot and humid as we sit in the church pew, The building's very old and nothing in it's new. The walls are cracking; the alter cloth is stained, And I'm sure that we'd get drenched if it should rain. The roof is leaking but the preacher keeps on preaching; A tired fan is squeaking and the rusty door is creaking. The paint is peeling but the people are all kneeling; Pouring out their hearts to God with honesty and feeling. I don't know the lingo but my spirit can discern, That the congregation's here to worship and to learn. Oh! How fortunate I feel as in this place I kneel, For upon this mission church is God's approving seal. © 2008 _______________________________________     The Gardener by Belinda van Rensburg I have a little garden, hedged in by a wall Protected from the elements from winter until fall; Whenever I've a little time I like to sit therein Basking in the sunshine - especially in spring. I often use my rake and shears to trim and keep it clean Snipping here and cutting there; weeding in between; Planting, mowing, trimming, sowing; my work's never done Right throughout the seasons and the years the work goes on. Water is its lifeblood; rain falling from the sky Without it the plants will simply wither up and die. During drier seasons I water plants and lawn; Early every morning; at the break of dawn. Oh, how lovely and serene; a joy to eyes and soul A place of wondrous beauty within which I can stroll; The weeding and the sowing; the toil with rake and shears Have produced a haven which improved throughout the years. Our Father has a garden hedged in by heaven's host Tended with great love and care by His Holy Ghost. Each and every moment He is involved therein; Trimming, weeding, mowing as He cuts away our sin. Parasitic plants are ripped out by their roots and all; Rocks and boulders are removed; the big ones and the small. Weeds replaced by everlasting, useful, fruitful seeds; Love grows in the place of hate; selfishness and greed. In its midst a spring of pure and living water flows To quench the thirst of all the plants which in His garden grow; Soft rain falling down upon each dry and yearning heart Desiring to worship and belong to only God. Throughout the lives of all the souls who truly do belong The sanctifying work He has begun goes on and on Teaching us through all the hardships we have to endure; Causing us to grow in faith and to become mature. © 2008 _______________________________________   This poem is based on "- for the Past is frozen and no longer flows, and the Present is all lit up with eternal rays", and "Gratitude looks to the past and love to the present; fear, avarice, lust and ambition look ahead." C.S. Lewis (The Screwtape Letters)   This Moment in Time by Belinda van Rensburg   The Past is frozen; it no longer flows; What's already happened, everyone knows. It's gone; it's solid - it cannot be changed; For better of worse it can't be exchanged. The Future's obscure; it has yet to come; A time of concern and fear for some; Looked forward to with ambition or lust - Much better to leave it with God in trust. The Present's lit up with eternal rays; Today is indeed the best of days. Love looks to this moment; the now and the here; The time when our Father is present and near. We should look with gratitude to the past, Having borne righteous fruit that will last; Our future hopes; our dreams and our plans Can be left in the Father's good hands. Right now; today; this moment in time We need reach out and touch the Divine; To honor the Lord; to cling to our King; Forsaking ev'ry unholy thing. Let's love as if there is no tomorrow; Not allowing regrets or sorrow To steal and ruin even one more day, But live for Jesus right now; today. ©2010 _______________________________________   Ride The Wind by Belinda van Rensburg   Rise up and ride the wind, dear child, Soar high on eagles' wings; Though it blow fierce; though it be mild, Rise above all that it brings. Do not be blown here or there by the winds Of false teaching; cunning and lies; Resist temptations dished up by hell's fiends No matter how hard they might try. Rise high above the things of this earth, Don't yearn for what lies below; Nothing down there has eternal worth So leave it behind; let it go. Hope in the Lord and you will be strong - On eagles' wings you will soar; Able to overcome sin and wrong And fit to fight in God's war. © 2010 _______________________________________     A Bruised Reed by Belinda van Rensburg Sinner, you need not despair God is merciful and fair Lift your eyes; behold the Lord Read and stand upon His Word. God won't break a reed that's bruised No longer will you stand accused If true repentance fills your soul The Lord will heal and make you whole. Though your faith burns weak and low God won't quench it's smoldering glow The One Who called you by your name Will fan the embers into flame. Turn your back on sinful deeds Give Jesus Christ your heart that bleeds He's more than able to repair Lives given to Him in prayer. © 2008 _______________________________________   Metamorphosis by Belinda van Rensburg Good morning Mr. Caterpillar, how do you do - Might you perchance be interested in a brand new you? No thank you friend, I do believe that I'm just fine this way For someone complemented me only yesterday; Sparrow told me that I am delectable and fat And I doubt that your proposal's able to beat that. Quite right you are, Sir, it is true: Big and beautiful are you But you are also unprotected And now it seems you've been selected As Sparrow's meal this very eve - Can you the danger here perceive? Yes friend, I can see I'm wrong But I have been a worm so long; I've grown quite comfortable this way And this old body's made of clay. How then can I be made brand new - Could you perhaps give me a clue? You have to die 'fore you can live, For death always precedes rebirth. Trust your Creator and let go; Have faith in Him and you will grow. Great change in you will now be wrought; For this you have been dearly bought. Oh little worm, behold! Behold! It happened just as you've been told: A brand new creature you've become Since you accepted Christ, God's Son. The worm's become a butterfly; Free to fly in His blue sky. © 2008 _______________________________________       Teach Me, Lord by Belinda van Rensburg Touch me, Spirit; teach me - To walk in all God's ways. Open my eyes and help me see, God's plan for me this day. Touch my soul and heal me, Cleanse my thoughts and mind. God's child I always want to be, Since I'm no longer blind. Teach me how to love You; To obey all Your commands. Teach me to love others too, For this You do demand. Teach me to forgive; forget, And teach me these things, too; To have faith and not to fret, But to put my trust in You. Teach me to turn the other cheek; To not repay wrong for a wrong. Teach me to be gentle; meek; To know in Jesus I am strong. Teach me how to seek Your Face, And how to listen to Your Voice. Then, when Satan gives me chase, I'll make the correct choice. Teach me to accept Your will, Even when I don't understand. Teach me when to remain still, And when to make a stand. Teach me to walk in all Your ways; To be obedient to You. Then I can serve You all my days, And reach out to others too. © 2008 _______________________________________   Lean On Me by Belinda van Rensburg When I was yet a tiny fir tree Shallow-rooted, supple, thin; Another young tree grew beside me And I thought it rude of him. I needed space; refused to share - Why couldn't he just go away? About his needs I did not care, But always wanted my own way. Then one fateful day at dawn As dew drops sparkled on my leaves, I saw a doe and her young fawn Approaching our copse of trees. A hoof crushed me as they went by; And I was broken; bent - I offered up a silent cry Believing that my life was spent. "Don't weep, brother; I am here - Lean on me for I am strong"; 'Twas the voice of one so near; The one I used to treat so wrong. Many years have come and gone, And seasons good and ill; Though we have both grown tall and strong I lean against him still. If you should come upon some trees And notice one is bent, Look closer and you might just see It's leaning on its friend. © 2008 _______________________________________     Swan Songs by Belinda van Rensburg There is a touching, ancient fable Of mute swans who are unable To make a sound throughout their lives; Then, at last, as death arrives - A melody; a haunting cry; A farewell song; a final sigh. What a glorious way to die; To enter the sweet by and by - Instead of struggling, holding on They fill their last moments with song; Giving their all, their very best Before they finally find rest. Although this tale is hardly true A lesson's here for me and you: Death isn't something we need fear, But should embrace when it draws near - Let's pray that when our time has come We'll sing our swan songs to God's Son. © 2008 _______________________________________       God's Little Builders by Belinda van Rensburg Whenever termites build their nests They hardly stop to take a rest; They send their scouts out far and near To search for perfect sites somewhere, To sculpt from turf their odd-shaped mounds; Cathedrals rising from the ground. Although the air be hot outside, Their nests are nice and cool inside; Tunnels running to and fro Combining chambers high and low. (It's wonderful how these small creatures Build their homes with such grand features!) Inside the nests the work goes on, Though they've no light from moon nor sun; Blind workers fungal gardens tend Whilst others help their homes to mend; To forage all day long for food And caring for their nests' young broods. Beware, intruders, take good care, For there are soldiers everywhere; Always ready; strong and armed To protect their own from harm. Over their subjects royals rule, From noble chambers safe and cool. Termites might be small and boring, But with eagles they are soaring - For little creatures such as they Do what God asks of them each day; Should not then we, creation's crown, Be men and women of renown? © 2008 ________________________________________       Turned Downside Up by Belinda van Rensburg   I have a song in my heart and a spring in my step; I know without a doubt that Jesus died in my stead. He took and drank the bitter cup, Now my life's been turned wholly downside up. I finally opened wide the door of my heart And that very moment I was given a new start; A new beginning and a brand-new song To sing to my Savior my whole life long. The words of my mouth and the thoughts in my mind Are no longer cruel but they're loving and they're kind; My heart is filled with love and adoration Oh, what a liberating, glorious sensation! I feel so relieved; my burdens are all gone; I hop and I skip and I dance all day long. There's no holding back; I am flying, I am free - I've come out of the darkness, and now I can see! © 2009 ________________________________________   Bricks and Mortar by Belinda van Rensburg Laying bricks upon another Mortar in between; One stone placed upon the other; Realization of a dream. Built according to design, Blueprint at the ready; Guided by each dot and line Progression's sure and steady. Though storms and setbacks interfere Or funds run very low, The workers need to persevere Though the going might seem slow. Sharing in God's dream design, The Bible as our guide; Trials meant to mold, refine; Draw us closer to His side. Each new lesson is a brick, God's will the strong cement; His Word is our measuring stick Which no living soul may bend. Jesus Christ our sure foundation, Our ever steady Rock; Lord of all; King of Creation - Overseer of His flock. 2010 _______________________________________   Trial-Soaked Mercies by Belinda van Rensburg   Even the sweetest red rose has its thorns, And the most gracious gazelle has his horns. So too black shadows might darken our days As trial-soaked mercies God sends our way. Crushed by the weight of our dreadful ordeals, Laying before God our earnest appeals; Knowing that when through the fire we've come, We will be much more like Christ Jesus, His Son. © 2009 _______________________________________   With All That I Am by Belinda van Rensburg All-Powerful God; Creator of man I love and desire You with all that I am; All day and all night long I yearn to do Only that which is pleasing to You. Prince of Heaven enthroned up High, On eagles' wings You have taught me to fly - Before You alone I will bow my knee; I once was bound but You've set me free. Gentle Spirit; Counselor; Guide, Tenderly teaching me how to abide In the Shadow of the One I adore, And Who'll be with me forever more. © 2008 _______________________________________     Made With Love by Belinda van Rensburg Running through the meadow Wind blowing through my hair; Flowers growing wild and free - The sky is blue; the weather's fair. I stop awhile beside a brook And sit down on the sweet green grass; Birds are everywhere I look; The gurgling water clear as glass. In the distance is a hill The sun smiles up above; I close my eyes and drink my fill Of that which God has made with love. © 2008 _______________________________________   Never Alone by Belinda van Rensburg I AM is the Holy and Worthy One Creator through Whom all things begun; Sitting enthroned in Heaven above Pouring on us His blessings and love. The One Who provides for all our needs, The One Who enables us to do good deeds; Nothing in creation escapes Him at all; He hears our prayers when upon Him we call. He knows of all our heartaches and fears He hears our cries and He counts all our tears - He wants us to know that we're never alone; That in Him we have a Friend and a Home. © 2008 _______________________________________   A Prayer in Times of Trouble by Belinda van Rensburg Upon my bed I lay me down My forehead drawn into a frown; Many troubles flung my way - Lord, I plead for help this day. Weak am I; my strength is gone My broken heart bereft of song; Lord please listen to my prayer; Help me now my burdens bear. All my thoughts are known to You; You know what I am going through. Draw me closer to Your side; Under Your wing I will abide. Quietly I'll wait for You To do what only You can do; Banish darkness with Your Light And answer when the time is right. © 2009 _______________________________________   Angels Around Us by Belinda van Rensburg Angels around us hedging us in Beings we can't see because of first sin; God's mighty warriors; protectors of men Bringing us messages now and then. Angels above us and hovering nearby Millions of angels up high in the sky; If only our eyes could be opened we'd see That we are surrounded by Heaven's army. Some mounted on horses and chariots of fire - They're mighty and strong and cannot ever tire: Those who are for us are much more than those Satan-led demons who are our old foes. © 2008 _______________________________________     Tick-a-Lock by Belinda van Rensburg For those who stand upon the Rock Now's not the time for 'tick-a-lock'; Time is short; it's running out For souls to make the turn-about. God's children have to 'show and tell' If we're to save the lost from hell. No need to go 'undercover' To share Jesus with a brother. We are the children of the Light; Commissioned to shine very bright - We have to live and spread the Word To people who have not yet heard. So turn the key the other way; Do not be shy to share and pray - Go forth and find a soul who's lost; Be bold and do not count the cost. © 2009 ______________________________       Turn Back by Belinda van Rensburg   I gave you the gift of life, I watered; tended you - Providing for your every need; A friend in need and true. True to my Word; my promises Keeping them as you know; Yet you were wayward; obstinate; Your love for me dipped low. Why did you run, my dearest one - Why did you turn your back? What could the world have given you - What was it that you lacked? You loved and followed other gods (The god Mammon for one), But what they've got is valueless And it will soon be gone. Turn back to me - I'll hold you close, I'll warm you with my love; Don't think upon the worldly things But aim for those Above. © 2010 ______________________________   Look Up! by Belinda van Rensburg Night recedes and it's the birthing of a brand new morn; The skyline's all dressed up in the colors of the dawn. Soundlessly the sun climbs higher, lighting up the sky Pink and orange tinted clouds are softly sailing by. The sky is set ablaze in a rich and golden glow; Amazing men and woman who dwell here below. The crescent moon is almost gone and the time has come For the starry host to bow down low before the sun. I look around me at the people waiting for a bus; I wonder if they saw what the Lord had shared with us? Their eyes are clearly fixed on the things upon the earth; They did not even glance at the morning's glorious birth. It is truly sad when people do not lift their eyes But choose to stare down at the dirt which underneath them lies; They could behold the Son who overcame the night; Exchanging utter darkness for His eternal Light. © 2008 ________________________________________   Soul Quest by Belinda van Rensburg We're pilgrims on a quest From our time of birth Seeking peace and rest Whilst dwelling on the Earth. Lonely; unfulfilled Driven by a need For turmoil to be stilled To be loved and freed. Missing God so much Needing only Him Yearning for His touch To be filled within. Deep cries unto Deep Seeking the Divine Roused from slumber; sleep Running out of time. Our quest can only end Once we've found the Way Learned to trust; depend Upon God every day. Waters will be stilled Peace will reign within Lonely hearts be filled When we know Christ the King.  © 2008 _______________________________________     The Medium by Belinda van Rensburg When I look back I can clearly see God's Hand protecting and guiding me Throughout my life; throughout all the years Edging me on in spite of my fears. Even while I was still lost to Him; Even though I was still bound by sin God was preparing; orchestrating; Sorting my life while He was waiting. As an example I'd like to tell Of the time when a demon from hell Spoke through a medium who claimed she 'knew' Many things I was going to do. 'This' and 'that' was going to happen; On and on that woman kept yakking Until she came to age thirty-three; “There is nothing more to tell,” said she. Years afterward I gave this some thought; It dawned on me she could foretell naught; Jesus would not allow her, you see, For that was my age when He saved me! © 2009 _______________________________________   I Owe It All to You, Lord by Belinda van Rensburg You took my sinful heart, Lord And washed me white as snow. You took my broken life, Lord; You healed and helped me grow. You lifted burdens; broke my chains Changed despair into hope; You turned my losses into gains And filled me; helped me cope. I owe it all to You, Lord; My very life and breath - Thank You for what You've done, Lord; For saving me from death. © 2008 ________________________________________   Stress Less by Belinda van Rensburg   Slow down my friend; stress less, Or else your life could be a mess; Take things easy and relax Don't do things which overtax. Do what God wants you to do, But do not do and do and do Things which really matter not, For such things will be forgot. Rushing here, there, to and fro, Eating junk food on the go; Constantly on beck and call - My friend, this is no life at all! Look at the flowers and the sky, Notice things that hop and fly. Can you smell the rain-drenched earth; Do you ever shake with mirth? Energy gets spent and wasted Whilst true joy remains untasted; Now quiet down and feed your soul, Or stress will take its deadly toll.  ©2008 _______________________________________     Night Lights by Belinda van Rensburg Silvery white shines the lighted moon As it dances to its lone cosmic tune. Bright rays turning darkness to light - Oh, what a marvellous, glorious sight! Glimmering stars on their nightly flights Shimmer and shine as they brighten our nights; Gently; softly sliding through space, Moving in unison at a set pace. On Earth we are the moon and the stars - Shining God's Light to all souls behind bars; Lighting up this dark, sinful place Encouraging others to seek God's Face. © 2009 _______________________________________   A Far Better Place by Belinda van Rensburg   We're on our way to a far better place Where we'll see Jesus Christ face to Face, Bridegroom and bride, united at last Will walk hand in hand on streets clear as glass. Surrounded by walls of transparent gold We'll behold wonders as yet untold While thousands 'pon thousands of angels will sing Praises of joy to the queen and the King. Heavenward, homeward bound are we To a place where we will be free From suffering, toil, heartache and sin; Meeting again our old friends and kin. Love and peace and joy will flow, Over all this God's glory will glow; Sweet communion between bride and Groom - Oh, dear Jesus, may that Day come soon! © 2010 ________________________________________     Thank You So Much, Lord by Belinda van Rensburg I want to be still and think upon You Counting the blessings received from Your hand; A Godly husband; our children and theirs; Good health and the strength to stand. More than enough of the things I might need Such as shelter, good food and clothes. A reliable car that can drive really far For eyesight; ten fingers and toes. Thank You for letting me hear Your dear voice - For talking to me night and day. I praise You, Lord, for guidance and council; For list'ning to me when I pray. Thank You so much, dear Father of Lights For Your promises; every one; For all that You've done and all that You do, But most of all for Your Son! © 2010   ________________________________________   This Child by Belinda van Rensburg   Lord, this child has belonged to You From the moment that I knew The truth of Jesus Christ Your Son; The Lamb of God, the Risen One. You took me as I came to You - My heart a stone, sinful, untrue; Surrounded by a self-built wall I did not know You God, at all. When life was bleak; unbearable; When all seemed lost and terrible You touched my soul, You called my name; Out of the dark to You I came. You brought me into Your bright Light Brilliant, shining, spotless, white; Healed all my brokenness and pain, Renewed my mind and made me sane. Beloved child I have become Bought with the Blood of Your own Son; Allowed to sit down at Your feet And listen to Your Voice so sweet. © 2009 _______________________________________   Christian by Belinda van Rensburg   Pray, Christian; pray Every night and day. God is never far but near Open your heart and be sincere; Pray, Christian; pray. Read, Christian; read Study God's Word; take heed. Read your Bible ev'ry day Or else you might be led astray; Read, Christian; read. Stand, Christian; stand God's given you this land. Don't give in; do not fall back, Ask God to help you stay on track; Stand, Christian; stand. Speak, Christian; speak Each day of the week. Preach the Gospel; share the Truth With the elderly and youth; Speak, Christian; speak. Live, Christian; live You've got so much to give. Show the lost world Jesus' love - Be wise yet gentle as a dove; Live, Christian; live. © 2010 _______________________________________   A poem based on Acts 17:28  ‘For in him we live and move and have our being.’ As some of your own poets have said, ‘We are his offspring.’ (NIV)   In Him I Live and Move and Have My Being by Belinda van Rensburg Oh my God; my Father - I cannot; Do not want to live without You; You and You alone are the reason For my very existence; In You I live and move and have my being. My soul cries out to You, Lord, My parched soul thirsts for You. Please fill me with Your living water; Quicken my spirit - Ignite an ever-burning fire within me. I'll have no part; Indeed I desire not Man-made rules and rituals; I have no need of them. I need only You, my Lord, My Savior - Jesus of Nazareth, Son of the Living God! Speak to me, Lord, Speak to your servant; Open my ears so that I might hear Your beloved Voice. Tell me Your secrets, Lord. Share with me Your thoughts; I want to know You, Lord. I desire to know You more and more - Draw me ever closer as I seek Your beloved Face. You are fathomless – Beyond human comprehension, And yet You love me; Yet, you talk to me; share Your thoughts with me Yet You call me Your child. Praised be Your Holy Name! © 2010 ________________________________     Running for The Son by Belinda van Rensburg   For many years a pilgrim treads The road he's set upon. A road that's filled with joy; regrets Yet still he trudges on.   Through the good times and the bad He toils under God's sun, Though his heart is heavy; sad He'll not become undone.   Over life's hills; across the dales God makes him fearless; strong. Even if he falls or fails He'll end what he's begun.   The Word tells us life is a race Each child of God must run - Where then can we find strength and grace If not from God's own Son?   Don't slow down; keep up the pace - It is a quest we're on. We're pilgrims in an alien place Whilst running for the Son! © 2010   ________________________________   A poem based on Psalm 8:3 'When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,' (NIV) Star Gazers by Belinda van Rensburg   Souls in quiet contemplation In distant lands; from ev'ry nation Have looked upon the moon and sun; Upon the stars which brightly shone. According to the Master's plan Fire from our Maker's Hand Has set the galaxies ablaze Leaving man on Earth amazed. Whenever souls gazed 'pon Creation Those in silent meditation Have seen the Hand of God therein And felt His touch deep down within. © 2010 ______________________________________   Weep No More by Belinda van Rensburg   Dry your eyes and weep no more God doesn't want His child to cry Trust in Him and you will soar With the eagles in the sky. For so long you've been alone Struggling; battling to survive Now dear one you've found a home At last you've become alive. Many years of hurt and pain So much of life's been wasted Now your old man has been slain A new life's waiting to be tasted. Don't glance back at what has been Leave your sorrows in the past Put your hope in things unseen Pile up treasures that will last. Every hurt your God will heal All tears He'll wipe away He's sealed you with His Holy Seal Forever and a day.  © 2008 _______________________________________

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