Vreeslose dag

Wanneer daar stilte is weet niemand niks. Dis dat die stilte sal breek wat ek vrees. Wat jy binne hou sal niemand weet. En een dag, op n gelukkige dag mag jy dalk dit wat binne is vergeet.
Wat n vreugdevolle dag, sal daai dag tog wees.

Wanneer jy kan lag sonder om binne te huil. Wanneer jy kan huil sonder om binne te lag. Dat dinge is wat dit regtig is, en dinge kan wees wat dit regtig wil wees.
Wat n vreugdevolle dag wat ek nie hoef te vrees nie. Nie hoef te vrees vir wat binne of buite aangang nie. Nie hoef te vrees vir geweld of vir vrede. Nie hoef te vrees vir jou of vir myself nie. n Vreeslose dag is die vreugdevolste dag.

To God

My Love travels across oceans and through storms to get to me.
He journeys on an endless river, He does not get tired or weary, for He knows I wait for Him.
The strength of His body is pushed beyond limits, but He continues to endure. He knows His love waits with gladness.
He takes no rest and no food, He sacrifices, for He hears His love in the distance whispering His name.

Patiently she waits, her eyes fixed on the appearance of Him. Her heart she prepares as it yearns to meet Him, but with peace she is content to keep watch, to burn her light, for His journey might lead Him to end at night. To confess His undying love to her.

They will meet to never separate.

Jesus (the name of Jesus)

A name so sweet, so tender on my lips.
A name so powerful, so loud in my soul.
A name so gentle, like a cool breeze through my hair.

It’s the name of Jesus.

So awesome like the taking away of my breath.
A name that when it’s uttered the earth shakes, the wind rush, the waves crash, and babies…they sleep a gentle sleep.
A name that consumes my very being,
yet a name that makes me dance, sing, shout with laughter.

A name that will forever stay on my lips with passion and awe…

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.