The Wonder of Creation

Freshness comes with the morning rain,

Sweet aromas stir the air,

Rock wallabies huddle under the Banksia,

Cockatoos squawk their disgust,

While sparrows splash about in puddles.

The Bottle-Brush droops heavy with wetness,

Streams form in the earth,

Possums scurry to find a drier sleeping place,

Goannas drink their fill,

And eagles find refuge in their lofty nests.

Windows transform with trickling moisture,

Dreary clouds threaten the day,

Kangaroos bound through the Aussie bush,

A snake slithers across the path—

I watch the wonder of His great creation.

© Chrissy Siggee

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From my book Glimpses of His Glory

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A Splendour to Behold

Below the frozen ground he waits,
In restless sleep he lies,
Protected from the wind and rain
That flow from steely skies.

Cold winter snows begin to melt
Revealing nature’s best—
Unknown strength begins to rise
Boldness to pass the test.

Day by day he stretches forth
With courage new life brings—
Timeless changes make him soar
On flights of eagle’s wings.

Freshness comes with gentle rains,
Relieves the summer’s heat;
Power bleeds through woody veins—
A weakness to defeat.

Daring he saluted cloudless skies,
Graceful and upright, bold
Visions to capture for his own—
A splendour to behold.

Autumn leaves fall all around
Like graceful butterflies;
Limbs grow stronger every year
And reaches to the skies.

He stretches out to fill the air,
Stands bold beside his peers;
With his solid strength and power,
He’ll stand for many years.

Seasons come and seasons go,
Grand valour takes its place,
No longer swayed by winds of time—
Grown to majestic grace.

Daring to pass the test of time,
He gazes down to see
God’s design of might and courage—
Boldness in a cedar tree.

© Chrissy Siggee

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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory

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Keeper of My Lighthouse

Keeper of my lighthouse, please
Shine in me today.
Standing firm on God, my Rock,
May I never stray.

I Am the solid Rock on which you stand.

Clouds of fear impair my sight,
Doubt upon the source—
Trying hard to do what’s right,
Help me stay on course.

I will always be there to light your way.

Keeper of my lighthouse, know
You are in control;
Lead me from this gloom of night—
Compass for my soul.

I will steer thee beyond your darkest night.

Like ships off course, I wander
Onto darkened reef;
Lord, steer me safely yonder—
Bring me back from grief.

I will lead if you will only follow.

Keeper of my lighthouse, you
Bathe me in your light;
Radiance makes straight my path—
Shine with all your might.

I will never leave thee nor forsake thee.

Through this storm of dreadful pain,
Waves consume my life;
Bring me through my tempest strain—
Lead me from this strife.

I will guide thee through every storm of life.

Keeper of my lighthouse, come!
Let your bright light shine,
Casting doubts and fears away—
Save this life of mine.

Child, I Am the Keeper of your lighthouse

 
© Chrissy Siggee

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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory

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Beautiful Jesus

Beautiful Jesus, to you I sing,
My life and plans are yours
Let this life of mine
Be filled with gladness and joy
I sing praises and songs to you.

Wonderful Jesus, to you I pray,
My heart and my gifts are yours
Let this heart of mine
Be filled with love and kindness
I pray praises and songs to you.

Loving Father, to you I give,
My soul and my will are yours
Let this heart of mine
Be filled with images of your love
I give praises and songs to you.

© Chrissy Siggee

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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory

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The Vine

My hope is boundless, by His love…
A Love that healed my broken dreams;
Touched by expressions of the cross,
I’m confident He’s made me whole.

His grace complete, I’m full of joy…
A Joy that springs from sorrows past;
As far as east is from the west,
I count upon my Savior’s grace.

“Your faith has saved you, go in peace…”
A Peace transformed from inward strife
Flows as a river through my soul,
I’m confident my heart’s restored.

Let me trust you, give me patience…
A Patience that will change my day;
Perseverance is my weakness,
In Christ alone I find my strength.

Mercies flow with gentleness…
A Gentleness that soothes my heart;
There’s no other so meek and mild,
I’m confident His mercies flow.

His heart overflows of goodness…
A Goodness flowing with His tears;
From helplessness He saved my soul,
What a comfort He brings to me.

Willing to trust him, I have faith…
A Faith that comes in knowing Him;
With little faith I do possess,
I’m confident it’s all I need.

My Shepherd leads, with meekness…
A Meekness that gently shows me
He seeks the lost and holds them close,
His wayward lambs are guided home.

My daily struggle, self control…
A Self Control to get me through;
He gives me courage to endure,
I’m confident in God, my Rock.

Of righteous fruits, I ask in prayer…
A Prayer that my heart desires;
As the Vine brings forth the harvest,
My soul responds with confidence.

© Chrissy Siggee

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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory

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Whispers of the Dawn

Whispers of the Dawn

Gentle raindrops drizzle down,
Splashing into pond and streams.
Morning freshness all around
Spirit, wake from earthly dreams.

Robins greet the tranquil dawn
Sun-kissed roses, drip with dew
Crickets sing and daisies yawn
Light reveals this daily view.

Morning come with restful calm
Gentle whispers of the dawn
Touch me with His healing balm,
Former days and troubles gone.

Stillness come from deep within,
Peace and wonder fill this hour;
Praise and glory to begin,
Lord, fill me with your power.

Breathe new life into my soul
Fill my needs with your embrace.
Every day you make me whole,
In the knowledge of your grace.

Peaceful moments with my Lord,
Calmness flows within my veins,
Nature sings in sweet accord,
While His presence still remains.

Sunrays change to pastel hues,
Breathing in your gentle peace
Stillness of the dawn infuse,
Your great power to release.

Solace comes in daily prayer
Quiet dawn, my favourite hour
Wonders of His love declare
Daily blessings to empower.

© Chrissy Siggee

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Glimpses of His Glory – (the book)

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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.

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Absorbed in Wonder

Raindrops trickle from velvet soft roses by the gate—
Ladybugs struggle to keep a grip on moistened leaves—
Butterflies flutter their feather-light wings
And mottled stalks assent to the rising breeze.

Beyond the path that leads to the meadow,
Sparrows take flight from their nesting trees—
Creating rain-soaked leaves to glisten like shattered mirrors
And sun rays capture the essence of the after rain.

Honeysuckle saturates the air with its perfume
Mingling with the simple freshness of dampened earth,
That fills the air with splendour and His goodness
And penetrates the senses with pure simplicity.

Robins sing their chorus to the retreating storm—
Fleeting clouds drift across the distant sky,
While trailing shadows chase the thinning haze
And disappear into carefree sunbeams along the rise.

Unfurling colours spread as ribbons above the trees—
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet
Etching an archway across the clearing heavens
And embracing the distant hills with the perfect kiss.

I close my eyes to soak up the enchanting beauty—
Tranquil moments fill my thirsty soul,
His blessed peace flows through my inner being
And imprints the perfect scene within my mind.

© Chrissy Siggee
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Author and Designer

Oh the beauty of the valley,
Swept with the new day’s 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.

© Chrissy Siggee

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From my book Glimpses of His Glory

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My Eternal Home

To seek His face and sing to Him—
Oh! What joy to me it will bring.
Even when my eyes are dim,
I will always be there, with my King.

To sit at His feet or dance for Him—
Oh! What music, oh what hymns;
Angels all around the throne will sing
With joyful sounds, on might wings.

To tend His garden and meet with Him—
Oh! What happiness this will bring;
Just to know I’ll walk with Him
Forever, my eternal home to win.

© Chrissy Siggee

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Glimpses of His Glory – (the poem)

Spring has replaced the winter’s 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 sky.
The 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 a glimpse of your glory.

© Chrissy Siggee

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My One Desire

Words of truth, words so pure,
Gentle words to warm my heart,
Deep desires, to seek His will.

His Spirit fills my deepest needs—
My soul can only dare to hope
My one desire, to seek His will.

Words of hope, words of peace—
A harmony of words to impart
Deep desires to learn His will.

His Spirit knows my every need,
My heart forever will be His own,
My one desire, to do His will.

Words of joy, words of love—
Honest words that won’t depart,
Deep desires to live in His will.

His Spirit will always lead me on,
My life I give to Him alone,
My one desire, to live His will.

Words of praise, words to sing—
Valued expressions of love,
Deep desires to know His will.

His Spirit shares my inner fears,
My mind is centred on Him only,
My one desire to know His will.

© Chrissy Siggee
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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory

Fading Cries

fading cries of restless birds          

                   linger in the cooling air—

quietness rests like a gentle hug.

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Rainbow Smile

I asked an old lady in the park if she had seen my little boy.

‘What does he look like?’ she replied.

‘Well,’ I answered, quite sincere—

‘He has brown eyes
And hair to match;
Too many curls for a little boy,
Combed to perfection every day;
His teeth are white as white can be—
A very tidy little man is he!
He wears a smartly pressed sailor suit
With little white shoes to match.’

— A perfect darling is my boy.’

‘No child like this I have seen,’ the lady did respond,
‘but a treasure you will find, just around that path.’

Around the garden path I went
And before me, a treasure my eyes beheld—

He had brown eyes
And hair to match,
A shock of curls in disarray,
Band-aid knees and soiled clothes—
What happened to my little boy?
At front, he had a missing tooth;
He was eating ice-cream from a cone,
His face aglow with a rainbow smile.

—’A perfect darling is my boy.’

© Chrissy Siggee

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GLIMPSES OF HIS GLORY – Chrissy Siggee — Miriam Jacob, Oxford Academic, Oxford University Press, Reviewer/Co-Author

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