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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Glimpses of His Glory (the poem)

Spring has replaced the winters frosty dawn;
Birds return with sounds reclaimed
Their brilliant colours grace the skies.

Honey-suckle scent lingers in the air!
Buds burst open to reveal their hidden treasure
Amid the shades of a rainbow, flowers flourish.

Butterflies dance from blossom to bloom,
Trees announce the season with tender leaves
Like fingers, they point towards the heavens.

Distant roar of an aircraft engine
Threatens to steal the tranquil peace
I smile at the sunshine and capture its warmth.

O Lord, this is a new day!
I breathe in your freshness
And walk in your truth;
I stand in your righteousness,
Kneel in your holy presence,
And take in glimpses of your glory.

 

穢 Chrissy Siggee
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
From my book: Glimpses of His Glory

Just a Little

Just a little
of Your holiness,
Just a little touch
of Your gentleness
Brings healing to my soul.

Just a little
of Your inward peace,
Just a little
of Your purest joy
Brings freedom to my soul.

Just a little
of Your glory revealed,
Just a little
of Your Word of life
Brings knowledge of Your love.

 

穢 Chrissy Siggee
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
From my book: Glimpses of His Glory

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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