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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 didn’t 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 that’s 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 won’t 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, it’s not my own.
© Chrissy Siggee
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 daddy’s 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 don’t 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, God’s love displayed;
rest in Jesus, all fear will fade.
His love brings peace to your soul—
Know our Father’s in control,
all fear is gone, sleep to restore…
My little princess weeps no more.
© Chrissy Siggee
In a sanctuary calm and truly simplistic,
My creator God is quite artistic—
His purpose soothes both body and mind,
With nature’s melody and aroma combined.
…is like a beautiful song
Gone is the coldness of a long dreary winter,
Finest décor softened each frosty splinter…
Nothing and everything seems symbolic,
Yet…I long to be free and enjoy a frolic.
…is 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.
…is just the beginning
Nature’s chorus awaken the senses,
And kindles some odd but natural defences…
Will today bring forth the finest occurrence?
Inside, I feel the Creator’s assurance.
…is 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 God’s great creation,
Or…enjoy the aroma of the first carnation.
…is 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.
…is 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.
…is the essence of living
Baby birds and honey bees,
Instil the air with praises and jubilee—
Take me high on graceful wings; God’s finest art.
Let new life emerge from this butterfly’s heart.
…is to dream a springtime dream
© Chrissy Siggee
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There isn’t time to change her mind
They told my mother lies,
Restricted by these clamps that bind
I hear her inward cries.
There isn’t 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 isn’t time to understand
No time to move aside,
Save me from this glove-swathed hand
I need a place to hide.
There’s no time to shun the tomb
This fear has taken hold,
My heart beats strong within her womb
I’ve never felt so cold.
I will never leave nor forsake you,
Don’t be afraid…
There isn’t time to know my name
My face she will not see,
All I feel is my mother’s 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 isn’t 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
It’s time to say goodbye,
This wasn’t meant to be my birth
Mother…it’s time for me to die.
I have called you by name,
Take my hand…
© Chrissy Siggee
O taste and see all things He has done—
there’s 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 Father’s 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.
© Chrissy Siggee – 2010