QUIET PLEASE!

Zechariah 7:11 But they refused to listen, and pulled away the shoulder, and stopped their ears, that they should not hear.
 

Quiet, please! I do not wish,

To hear a word you say,

The challenge is too daunting,

Too hard the narrow way.

Tell me not of your beliefs,

Reserve your platitudes,

Do not harangue me about,

Christ’s beatitudes.

Speak not about the privilege,

Of calling God your Friend,

To me, faith’s an illusion,

I will not play pretend.

Draw me not into the web,

Of lies and plain deceit,

I know too many Christians,

Who are liars, thieves, and cheats.

The scars of my betrayal,

Run deep, too oft’ deceived,

By those in whom I’ve trusted,

Spare me I won’t believe.

I do not care to be co-heir,

To Christ’s legacy,

It’s much too hard to dwell upon

The Cross and Calvary.

Go away, I want no part,

Of grace that’s given free,

It comes at much too high a price,

Just go and let me be.

Zechariah 7:11 But they refused to listen, and pulled away the shoulder, and stopped their ears, that they should not hear.

Myra D’Souza – 1^st November 2012

DESECRATION

To all who have been wounded by the scourge of abortion be assured that you will find hope, peace and healing in the beautiful Sacrament of Reconciliation

How long will we continue,
To look at them as trash,
Dump them in the garbage,
Or watch them burn to ash.
Their cries rise to crescendo,
The silence fills the air,
Their screams are halted midway,
Convulsing in despair.

Our wombs once a safe haven,
Are a sanctuary lost,
These little ones are savaged,
In an endless holocaust.
We dare not dwell too deeply,
Lest we disbelieve the lie,
They are just lumps of tissues,
Babies do not die.

Evil masked in sanity,
Strikes with brutal rage,
Misleading foolish victims,
With the mantra of the age.
Self is now the idol,
Where we worship without shame,
We care not who we sacrifice,
In this gruesome game.

We’ve lost these little treasures,
By heeding ill advice,
And now we grieve in secret,
Aware we’ve been unwise.
God knows that we are wounded,
He sees the hurt within,
He alone can heal us,
Let’s ask to be forgiven.

Myra D’Souza / 20th October 2010

Psalm 139:14
"I  praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well."

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RETURN TO ME

 Let Your healing love stream thru’ me,

Like a river let it flow,

Restoring, cleansing and renewing,

My whole body, mind, and soul.

Kindle faith anew, enable

Me to live my life with grace,

Channeled through Your Holy Spirit,

Finding peace in Your embrace.

Long has fear dogged every footstep,

Stressed and weary to the bone,

Worry’s long been my companion,

Often I’ve felt all alone.

“Come back home my bella mia,

Ritorno a me,”  I hear You say,

“Here I am, my heart’s true longing

I ’ll start afresh with You today.

Myra D’Souza / 19^th July 2012