MAGNIFY THE LORD WITH ME - Psalm 34

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 Let’s magnify the Lord together,

Come join me as we glorify His Name,

In distress I called to Him to save me,

He came in haste and took away my shame.

Let’s  celebrate His never ending mercy,

We’ll clap and sing aloud in grateful praise,

Reflecting the radiance of  His beauty

Our joyful hearts will stream abundant grace.

He commands His angels to surround us,

They guard us so we never need know fear,

God stoops low so we can taste His goodness,

He shelters in His heart those He holds dear.

Seek the Lord and You will lack for nothing,

He alone can satisfy your soul,

He is the Living Bread that comes from heaven,

To  sanctify, to nourish and make whole.

If you desire life in all its fullness,

Seal your lips from falsehood and deceit,

Turn away from every form of evil,

Take refuge in His love and pursue peace.

Myra D’Souza / 27^th June 2012

THE SPECTACULAR

Give me spectacular,

Grant me a miracle,

I pleaded as I prayed.

Speak as You did at creation,

Command,  “Let it be,”

And in an instant it will be,

According to Your Word.

Why flawed this cry,

Though wrung 
From anguished heart?

Flawed because,

It directed God to act,
According to my will,

Not His.

Wisdom whispered tenderly,

“Pray like this,

 “Not mine, but let Your will be done.”

And then the miracle,

Quietly unfurled,

And at its heart was found,

A matchless love.

I did receive a miracle.

Myra D’Souza / 3^rd May 2012

BARTIMAEUS AND I -- Mark 10:46-52

 How often we are daunted,

How easily we’re cowed,

We step aside when bullied,

By a peevish, Godless crowd.

We squander opportunities,

By yielding cravenly,

To fear so oft’ unfounded,

Through sheer timidity.

Not so was Bartimaeus,

A beggar who was blind,

Who longed for an encounter,

With the Physician, Jesus Christ.

With lively faith he raised his voice,

Above the scolding crowd,

He would not let them badger him,

His spirit was unbowed.

“Be merciful”, he shouted,

“Son of David pity me”,

The more they tried to quiet him,

The louder grew his plea.

 “Call the man,” said Jesus

He’d heard the beggar’s cry,

Anyone who calls on Him,

He never will deny.

He threw aside his cloak at once,

And at God’s feet He fell.

“What do you want of Me,” said Christ,

“My blindness Lord dispel.”

I too was blind when sin had cast,

It’s ugly blight on me,

I cried aloud like Bartimaeus, 

Now praise God I see.

Myra D’Souza / 30^th April 2012