Peace...Be Still.

Sitting alone one evening
Amidst the evening calm
I felt a gentle breath
as cool as healing balm
Though all was still I heard these words
echo through the hills

Peace... Be Still

A little brook rippled along
as silent tears I shed
for the many times my heart was bled
By hurtful words and cruel deeds
that linger deep within
but soon my heart with hope was filled

Peace... Be still.

Upon a bough a little bird sang this lullaby
Life is precious don’t you cry
No tears are needed here
neither sadness nor pain should come your way
With joy only let your heart be filled

Peace ...Be still.

Now bathed in sunset’s gentle hues
my heart turns to the silent One
who smiled upon me the day I was born
and talks to me in whispers soft and words upon the
wind Peace... Be still.

FINDING JESUS

They look upon this
Innocent babe
Kings shower you with gifts
They kneel and pray before you
But know not who you are

You walk among us daily
Quietly in humility
Healing the sick, raising the dead
Yet we know not who you are

You saved us from sin
Died on the cross
Showed love despite rejection
Still we know not who you are

In a blaze of Glory you
Ascended to the Father
Yet walk beside us day by day
But we know not who you are

But one fine morning
Your touch will reach our hearts
And we’ll sing praises to the King
Knowing….really knowing_ Jesus,
Who you are.

EVER SO GENTLY

Like snowflakes on my eyelash
and the gentle wind that blows
Like the rustle of leaves on trees
and the whimper of birds in the eaves
You come each day and touch my soul
With fingers warm and light
And kiss my cheek a breath of jasmine
Making my senses reel
My special sunbeam
I know when you’re near
By the scent of love’s sweet fragrance
And the upcurl of my hair
T’is you, dear God, T’is you.

THE MIRACLE

Stealthily
it comes
in whispers
a smell
a taste
an unexpected view
a draught through a crevice
In a sneeze or snuffle
it flows
unseen
unheard
yet present.
Silent gentle
an angel’s touch
here now
soon gone
A ray of light
a pattern on an icy window pane
illusive but present
Yet in stillness
we touch it
in the space
within us
around us
in floating cells
Seek find
touch savor
the miracle that’s you.

Praises to the King

I woke up this morning
To the sound of rushing waters
like waves roaring across the ocean floor.

Rigid with fear I stood
and watched as armies of angels
descended from the heavens above.

The skies shifted as
the universe trembled
by the torrents of angels in flight.

Amid the sound of blaring trumpets
and the dazzle of waving swords
their voices roared like
thunder across the morning skies.

Michael and Gabriel archangels both
leading the Heavenly choir in songs of praise
God is great ..God is Love.

Eyes glistening with tears
My heart bursting with joy
I fell to my knees and joined in song.

God is great ..God is love I sang
as I watched the angels depart one by one.

Take up the Cross and follow Me

I cry to Thee sweet Jesus
for my burden is too great
Take this cross away from me
for I cannot bear the weight.

My child the road to Calvary I trod
on painful and burning soles
I bore the cross upon my back
and fell beneath the load.

I lay my life down
so that you might live
I left you the Holy spirit
which is only mine to give

Bear up my child
Remember I walk beside you always
After the dark of night comes sunrise
At the end of the tunnel comes the light

For you my beloved the gates of Heaven are open wide
Angels will sweep you through in glorious Light
So live in me dear child
As I live in you.

Written by: Margaret Okubo

Copyright ©2007-2008 Margaret Okubo