Springtime Dreams

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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Reaching Out

My heart reaches out
with a passion for your love
Your love flows through me
like a river going home.

I stand in awe
at your loveliness
and lift my hands
to praise your name.

My mind reaches out
with a passion for your Word
Your presence surrounds me
like the vastness of this land.

I stand in awe
at this establishment
and lift my gaze
to see your power.

My hand reaches out
with a passion for your touch
Your glory lights the way
like a rainbow after the storm.

I stand in awe
of the creators design
and lift my head
to worship you.

My soul reaches out
with a passion for your peace
Your presents overwhelms
like the vastness of the sea.

I stand in awe
at your creation
and lift my eyes
Lord, I adore you.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory

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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

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My God, My God, Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me?

Both Matthew and Mark recorded these words cried out by Jesus on the cross. These same words occur interestingly enough in the opening verse of the Twenty Second Psalm. Yet neither Matthew nor Mark referred to them as a fulfilment of prophecy and after six hours of agony in body and soul on the cross, this cry escapes from our Saviours lips.

There were not many words spoken by Jesus while he was on the cross. The words He did say are recorded specifically.

His first words were Father forgive them, for they know not what they do—-a prayer for pardon.

His second proclamation made was a promise of peace.

Today you shall be with me in Paradise

His third decree was one of kindness to and for his mother.

Woman behold thy son.Son behold thy mother.

When the darkness had fallen, three last announcements where uttered. They followed in rapid succession.

I thirst

It is finished

Father into thy hands I commend my spirit

Then, there was this cry of sorrow.

My God, my God, why Hast Thou Forsaken Me?

There is something of extraordinary power and feeling in these words of Jesus on the Cross. This is obvious from the fact that both Matthew and Mark have diligently given the words in the language our Lord used.

Eli Eli, lama Sa-bach-thani

Nowhere else in Scripture do we find recurrence of these words except in the Twenty Second Psalm.When Jesus cried these words, he was expressing suffering that was never at any other time felt in this world and I believe, never will again.

To the historian, to the poet or to the theologian, the description and the language of these words in Psalms 22 might suggest it could have been either history or prophecy. However, the context of Psalm 22 is not clear either way.

Matthew and Mark may not have recognised the connection. However, Jesus, a learned scholar of the Scriptures from a very young age, would have known the Psalms well. He said many times through out His ministry it is written.

To the believer, nevertheless, this cry is a revelation of the deep suffering and anguishes our Saviour bore, and a proof of His infinite love for sinners.

It challenges us, with all the saints, to be strong to understand what is:

..the length and breadth and height and depth of the love of God

Ephesians 3 verses 18 & 19 KJV

If the cross is the fundamental Truth of the New Testament, this cry is the heart of this truth and its inmost expression. This is the Holy of Holies to the reverent reader of the story of the passion.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

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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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A Hill With A View

A blazing sun reaches its peak with the rising noonday heat
The din from the emerging crowd ascends the hill like a surging tide.
The sound of mournful weeping mingles with the soldiers mocking feat
Cheers and jeers rise and fall while casting lots for his clothes to divide.

Embedded thorns gripped his brow to expose the bleeding flesh beneath
The blood-smeared stripes elongated the contorted flesh upon his back.
With all the cruelty of the day his painful bones scream out for relief
And, his wounded body echoes with memories that wont distract.

Darkness falls.
The crowd flees.
Fear strikes.
A voice cries out.

Eloi, Eloi lama sabachthani?‘ (Matthew 27:46 NIV)

The earth shakes.
The tremor spreads.
Tombs split open.
Lives come forth.

‘My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?’ (Matthew 27:46 NIV)

Head hangs low,
All strength is gone.
The weight of sin
On a cross of shame.

There was no other good enough to go through this place of shame,
He went to the cross, our sins to forgive and evil to defeat.
It was Christs blood alone that covered all my guilt and blame
The scars I left will forever remain imprinted on his hands and feet.

No sight will you find as precious as my saviour saw today,
for this hill with a view revealed more than a price one man paid.
But the wonder of the sacrifice made; so lost souls can be saved
Rejoice with me my child because this too, is the day the Lord has made.

‘Father into your hands I commit my spirit‘ (Luke 23:46 NIV)

Guards terrified
at the scene.
Surely He was
the Son of God.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

Based on the Gospel of Matthew Chapter 27 verses 32 to 54 (NIV)

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