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

 

 

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

 

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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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory

Majestic Is Our God

Your peace flows through me like a river,
soothing and graceful.
Your presence embraces my soul like a hug,
comforting and restful.

I drink in the beauty of your establishment—
how wonderful is your supremacy.

The promises you gave are with me every day,
directing and truthful.
The assurance you provided is one to treasure,
enduring and fruitful.

I feed on the awesomeness of your creation—
how magnificent is your power.

You transformed me to this new way of thinking,
obeying and heedful.
You changed my soul to one of obedience,
willing and dutiful.

I taste the sweetness of your ambience—
how comforting is your presence.

I found this piece of God’s paradise,
calming and peaceful.
I have met with the Creator and Master,
redeeming and powerful.

I leave with the knowledge of His peace—
How majestic is our God!

© Chrissy Siggee

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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory

 

 

An Instrument of Your Peace

I stand in awe of your majestic peace;
Let your forgiveness give me release
Teach me Lord, the way I should go—
I want to be an instrument of your peace.

Never will I leave thee;
My child, you are mine.

I’ve knelt before an empty cross to pray,
But for human weakness, I’d stay all day;
How do I live in strength I do not have?
I want to be released to understand.

It was for you I lived and died;
My child, you are set free.

I’m lost in worship within your presence;
The room is filled with your fragrance,
Your Word is open upon my knee—
I want to grow in the knowledge of you.

Take my hand so I can lead;
My child, I love you.

I’ve surrendered my life into your hands!
Show me, Jesus, how to take a stand
And tell the world that you are mine—
I want to be an instrument of your peace.

Let your light shine;
My child, I will lead.

© Chrissy Siggee
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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory

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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From my book:  Glimpses of His Glory