As you listen to this speech, remember that all that is happening to Christians around the world, has been happening to the weakest of the weak as well, the infant in the womb:
Worldwide since 1980 – 1,482,148,425
As you listen to this speech, remember that all that is happening to Christians around the world, has been happening to the weakest of the weak as well, the infant in the womb:
Worldwide since 1980 – 1,482,148,425
Pillar of Fire,
Pillar of Cloud
Pillar of protection.
You advance,
Always onward,
No retreat.
Faith leads.
Obedient, we follow,
Abandoned to Your Will.
Holy Light,
Though dark the night,
Secure respite.
Heavenward,
Hallowed rest,
Safely home.
© 2016 Joann Nelander
“I Saw You Under the Fig Tree.”
All our yesterdays are forgotten
With the rush of Tomorrow.
All the words fade away.
Images are fleeting.
All praise passes into oblivion.
The compliments lost,
As unrecorded history.
All things are sand
Falling through the fingers of the Future.
None endure the winds of Time.
So, what of me?
What is the why of me?
Why do You long for me?
I feel your desire pleading
In all about me.
“I saw you under the fig tree.”
What did you see of me, O Lord?
Did you see my yearning?
Were You witness to my sin?
Did you hear the prayer I whispered,
The call of my heart.
Did you see resolve written on my face?
Did you see the love
Swelling my heart?
What did you see of me, Oh Lord,
Under the fig tree?
Because You saw me
Under the fig tree,
My heart opens to see You.
You reveal a world and love
Beyond all that is matter,
Beyond all that once mattered,
Surpassing all that is,
A world of God ,
A world of God in all,
And for all,
Dying to live in all.
I didn’t see You,
Until now,
This precious Now,
Surviving my mortality,
With the reason of my being,
With the holy vision of Thou.
© 2016 Joann Nelander
The Blood and the Blood and the Blood!
O, Holy Blood,
Terrible and torrential,
Rain down rivers of Mercy,
To ravage the Defiler,
And assuage the anger of God.
Wash blasphemy from the tongue of Man,
And flood the souls of Men
With grace, pure, lovely, and above nature,
To inundate the depths of humanity,
And carry the Sons and Daughters of God,
High on baptismal waters
To crest in waves of praise,
And break on heavenly shores,
There to adore the Most adorable,
To love the Most Lovable,
And to glorify the Most Glorious Blood of Jesus, Savior.
© 2016 Joann Nelander
SHE WAS THERE
She was there,
A magnificat of prayer.
She was there,
When the angel hailed her,
“Full of Grace”.
She was there,
Standing with the Beloved Disciple,
At Christ’s Cross and Dying,
She was there.
Full of Grace,
A Magnificat of prayer.
© 2018 Joann Nelander
Be Holy! 