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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Desire

Words of truth, words so pure,
Gentle words in sweetest song
Kindest thoughts that touch the heart,
A strong desire to seek his will.

Blowing gently as a breeze,
His Spirit fills my deepest needs;
I can always dare to hope
A deep longing to know His will.

Holy lives in holy ways,
To live in truth of love and peace;
Deep desires to learn His truth
Knowing I will find His will.

Moving freely in His Grace,
His Spirit leads me all the way;
Should I dare to hope, I know
He will guide me into His will.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

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From my book:Glimpses of His Glory

 

 

Author and Designer

Oh the beauty of the valley,
Swept with the new days mist
Timeless splendour through rolling hills
Capture the essence of creation.

Mountains rise above the plains,
Casting shadows like a caressing hug
Calmness enfolds the perilous terrains
Mirror the heart of their designer.

Distant thunder announces the rain,
Freshness rises to the clouds
Soundless rhythm of the breeze
Captivate the plan of each formation.

I can almost hear the angels sing,
Hundreds praise the name of the Lord
An endless chorus fills the air
Praise to God, the founding author.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

From my book Glimpses of His Glory ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

 

 

THEY CRUCIFIED MY LORD!

Beaten and humiliated,
they led my Lord away
to the mount of death
He was nailed and hung
on a wooden cross
Naked and shamed
like a common thief.

They mocked
They cursed
They laughed

Bleeding head hung low,
nails ripped hands and feet
A body slashed and torn
Blood flowed down
onto the rugged ground
Pain and dread
painted on His face.

Shame
Sorrow
Shunned

Blamed and disgraced,
all purity discredited
Guilt and sin He bore
My beautiful Jesus,
You did this for me
You bled and died
So I could live.

They seized His clothes
They pierced His side
They crucified my Lord!

穢 Chrissy Siggee
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