This Soul of Mine, Its not my Own.

One day I gave my life to Jesus,
I was only six years old you know
My soul I knew, was not my own.

To church we went but once a week,
It was like that every Sunday
My soul went with me, like always.

The church we went to was so big,
All the people and the noise they made,
Within my soul, I was afraid.

I didnt know the preacher that day,
He talked about lilies and sparrow birds
My soul was alert, to these words.

My soul is worth far more than these,
Jesus died for me; why thats absurd!
What is this, my soul has heard?

Then finally some words I understood,
This man was talking right to me
Yes, into my soul, he could see.

I heard the choir sing Just as I am,
They sang those words so bold
And to my soul, they were like gold.

Wake up my child, this is for you,
A family ticket I cannot give
For this your soul, it needs to live.’

An altar call the preacher made,
What will you do with Jesus today?
As for my soul and I, we did obey.

I walked on by my mum and dad,
My brothers and my sister too;
I think my soul it knew, just what to do.

I prayed a prayer I wont forget,
I have remembered it to this day
My life and soul, to God I gave.

Now one day I will live with Him,
And no matter how long I will be known
This soul of mine, its not my own.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

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Daddys Prayer

Sweet golden locks frame her face
where tears flow onto frills and lace
Fingers clutch a teddy bear
and baby blues reflect despair.
It makes her daddys heart break
My sweet girl, why are you still awake?

Dark shadows dance throughout the night
a trembling voice reveals her fright.
Nightly dreams become a nightmare;
too much for this child to bear.
Invading ogres make her tearful
Pretty one, please dont be fearful.

Darkened hours can be quite scary
and sounds of the night make one wary.
Try not to cry my little one,
to be fearful is not fun
Loneliness makes the hours long.
Prayers to Jesus will make you strong.

Gentle Jesus meek and mild,
please watch over this precious child
Place loving arms around her Lord.
Our hearts beat with one accord,
give peace, and music to her ears
Jesus, take away her fears.

Calmness enters, Gods love displayed;
rest in Jesus, all fear will fade.
His love brings peace to your soul
Know our Fathers in control,
all fear is gone, sleep to restore
My little princess weeps no more.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

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Springtime Dreams

In a sanctuary calm and truly simplistic,

My creator God is quite artistic

His purpose soothes both body and mind,

With natures melody and aroma combined.

to dream

夷s like a beautiful song

Gone is the coldness of a long dreary winter,

Finest d矇cor softened each frosty splinter

Nothing and everything seems symbolic,

Yet匈 long to be free and enjoy a frolic.

to dream

夷s to explore the memories

Comfort is found in this heavenly bliss,

Visions of spring like a treasured kiss

Spirals of colour emerge from a wistful maze,

Fresh new scents mingle in this gentle haze.

to dream

夷s just the beginning

Natures chorus awaken the senses,

And kindles some odd but natural defences

Will today bring forth the finest occurrence?

Inside, I feel the Creators assurance.

to dream

夷s the joy of new life to come

Earth soaking rains fade like distant thunder,

A moment in time stretched forth in wonder

To picture the beauty of Gods great creation,

Or圯njoy the aroma of the first carnation.

to dream

夷s to nurture fresh desires

Awaken me, Lord, from these springtime dreams–

Allow me to soar above nature’s extremes

On wings lifted high by the purest sunshine,

Embraced by the fragrance of sweet Mountain Pine.

to dream

夷s the heart of spring

Blue skies above, soft greens below,

Images of the creator all around me aglow

Transform me, Lord, for your intended calling,

Fill my day with new life exploring.

to dream

夷s the essence of living

Baby birds and honey bees,

Instil the air with praises and jubilee

Take me high on graceful wings; Gods finest art.

Let new life emerge from this butterflys heart.

to dream

夷s to dream a springtime dream

穢 Chrissy Siggee

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Unborn Dreams

There isnt time to change her mind
They told my mother lies,
Restricted by these clamps that bind
I hear her inward cries.

There isnt room to shift and squirm
Please take that thing away,
I was made to grow full-term
My hope you did betray.

Before I formed you in the womb,
I knew you

There isnt time to understand
No time to move aside,
Save me from this glove-swathed hand
I need a place to hide.

Theres no time to shun the tomb
This fear has taken hold,
My heart beats strong within her womb
Ive never felt so cold.

I will never leave nor forsake you,
Dont be afraid…

There isnt time to know my name
My face she will not see,
All I feel is my mothers shame
My life will never be.

There isn’t even time to cry
All I can do is pray,
No! I do not want to die
Please just go away.

When you walk through the valley,
Fear no evil

There isnt time to hug you, Mum
Or look upon your face,
Listen to you sing or hum
And know your true embrace.

I’ll never walk upon the earth
Its time to say goodbye,
This wasnt meant to be my birth
Mother夷ts time for me to die.

I have called you by name,

Take my hand

穢 Chrissy Siggee

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Taste and See

O taste and see all things He has done
theres nought but good in our LORD,
His gentleness touches every life
and took our place on the cross for us.

He takes the shame when we yield to Him
all sin and grief is buried from sight…
He speaks to hearts and calms all fear,
and stood in our stead and bore our sin.

Do not grieve nor hold to your guilt and sin,
but leave it all at the cross of the Fathers Son
Jesus gave His life, His all, for you and me
and lives forever and reigns on high.

You can take joy in what I tell you here,
for the LORD will hear your every plea…
His sons and daughters, yes, we are His heirs
and takes us by His hand to lead us home.

Trust in this LORD, our God and King,
for no one can match His worthiness
Take Him for what He says He is
and know He is the LORD of lords.

穢 Chrissy Siggee –2010

Inspired by Psalm 34:8 –O taste and see that the LORD is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him. (KJV)

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