This Soul of Mine, It’s 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 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

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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 nature’s melody and aroma combined.

to dream

…is like a beautiful song

Gone is the coldness of a long dreary winter,

Finest decor softened each frosty splinter…

Nothing and everything seems symbolic,

Yet…I long to be free and enjoy a frolic.

to dream

…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.

to dream

…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.

to dream

…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.

to dream

…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.

to dream

…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.

to dream

…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.

to dream

…is to dream a springtime dream

© Chrissy Siggee

Archived in: Christian Reads

In the Silence

Sweet solitude of silence
Brushes against my soul—
With a touch of His presence,
He brings rest to my bones.

Verses of faith drift through me,
Soothing battered senses—
Inspired in the silence,
He captivates my heart.

God’s Holiness bathes me,
Tender anointing falls—
In compassion He gives me
His peace in the silence

Gems of joy, whispered hope,
Shown in His love and grace
Consoling in the silence…
He kisses away my tears.

© Chrissy Siggee – 2019

Archived in:  Christian Reads

Glimpses of His Glory – (the book)

🦋  Glimpses of His Glory. 🦋

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I can’t imagine this universe without being able to see God’s beauty all around me. There’s nothing more beautiful than God’s creation. It’s as much a part of me as my Saviour himself. Everything he created was to His will and glory, and nothing was made by accident.

– Chrissy Siggee

Discover how God works through his creation and Scripture to show us his love. This 100 page book has been given a new look and is now available in most countries. It will make the ideal gift for just about anyone who enjoys God’s creation and words of encouragement. Why not buy two and keep a copy for yourself.

Use this link: Glimpses of His Glory

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Unborn Dreams

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