On Eagle's Wings

In the time of my trouble,

I called on the Lord,

My Deliverer swooped down,

With the swiftness of an eagle,

To answer me.

Danger and distress lurked around me,

I was terrified,

In my fear I called on the Lord,

More tenderly than a mother,

My God comforted me.

I will sing to my Beloved always,

His praise ever in my heart,

Will spill from my lips,

The love of the Lord overwhelms me,

Like a mighty river it rushes over me,

I drown in joy.

My Lord delights in my love,

He calls me by my name,,

He whispers it softly in my soul,

His Voice gentle,

Gentle as an evening breeze.

He soothes me and calms me, 

He chases away my fears,

He calls me little sister, bride, 

Heart’s delight,

I respond, "My soul's beloved, 

My Lord and my God."

Myra D'Souza / 23rd May 2011

A SONG AT SUNSET

The radiant sun is setting,
It's loath to say goodbye,

Lingering to kiss and leave,

Ablaze an azure sky.

Quickening to  fiery red,
From touch both brash and bold,
The vault is rife with colors,

That range from blush to gold.

The waves caress and whisper,

As they ripple on the beach,

The shell strewn sand's a shimmer,

‘Neath clouds that glow in peach.

Full-throated each bird is singing,
Vespers at close of day,

The wind joins in the chorus,

As Creation renders praise.

Myra D'Souza / 17th May 2011

God's Little Nothing

Created out of nothing,
He called me by my name,
Blowing on a flicker
And urging it to flame.
God has shaped and moulded,
My body made of clay,
Grafting me to Jesus
So I ‘d never want to stray.

God took this little nothing,
And breathed in me new life,
He took this little trifle,
Conforming me to Christ.
I am God’s little zero,
Sinner though I be,
The Lord of earth and heaven
Says He’s Daddy God to me.

When grief unmitigated,
Had cast a bitter blight,
When agony and loss had left,
A void bereft of light,
In silence and surrender,
My God stooped tenderly,
And touched His little nothing,
In profound simplicity.

I know I am His nothing,
And all He’s given me,
Is not because I’ve earned it,
Nor is it destiny.
All is purely largesse,
On my Father’s part,
He says His tiny zero,
Delights His loving heart.

Myra D'Souza / 14th April 2011