The least of Your children, O Lord,,
Can bring forth fruit one hundred fold.
Such is the mystery of grace and love
Planted in a willing heart.
By Joann Nelander
Tag Archives: Christian
Kindling and Sacrifice
Light a fire in my lowly heart
That I may love Thee
More and more.
Accept my straw as kindling.
Ignite me as a sacrifice.
To be consumed.
Breathe on me in the furnace
Of your desires
For this child of Your creation.
Blaze to transform
By grace and Thy Holy Spirit,
My base metal into the finest gold.
Enflame my yearning heart
That love may burst forth,
Forevermore.
copyright 2014 Joann Nelander
Water at the Well
In prayer,
I dig my well deeper.
I count it all joy,
Though sorrow may seep
Through my walls.
Bubbling up,
Through muddy ground,
Pure and fresh
With hope,
Pure water emerges,
Gladdening as an eternal spring..
I am become,
A drink of water,
Drawn by the stranger,
Who meets me in his thirst.
Copyright 2014 Joann Nelander
THE APPLE OF YOUR EYE
You are before me,
Drawing me ever closer.
I am lost in loving,
Beseeching and begetting
By Your grace.
You call me,
“The apple of Your eye.”
Look, then, upon my world.
Perfect it,
Through this, my prayer.
Color the ghettos of sin
With hues of charity.
Bring a springtime of purity,
That earth may be as heaven,
Peopled with Children of God.
My loaves and fishes
Can feed the poor and hungry,
Though they be few, You are mighty.
Grace, Grace, O Holy Grace,
Behold me,
As I feast on Thee.
©2014 Joann Nelander
Flower and Fruit for Thee
O, Lord of life’s harvest,
Penetrate the depths of my misery
With Thy loveliness,
So that the new life,
Rising from this soil,
Be the embodiment
Of wisdom and grace.
May my flower and fruit be
The fresh form of holiness,
Born of virginal “Fiat”,
And humility’s abandonment
In sacrificial love.
Come forth Lazarus,
Not now from earthly grave,
But born to heavenly morrow,
After this night of sorrow.
Copyright 2014 Joann Nelander
Hidden Jesus
Hidden Jesus,
You fill my heart with desire.
I feel the agony
Of this earthly foray.
In Your Presence
Faith fills the silence.
Truth like beauty
Says You passed this way.
Your footprints in Time
Dot the heavens.
While I stand in the vestibule of eternity,
As one holding paradise at bay.
Aching emptiness
Of temporal schemes and dreams,
But mask my loneliness
For yet another day.
Step over the threshold
Where angel guards Eden’s gate
To drip Your fingers
Into my life as now I pray.
Copyright 2014 Joann Nelander
Be Holy! 