Latest thing I wrote.......Keep looking back as the poem may change or it may be replaced with a new one.

One of Jacky's abilities is to write to the occassion. Poems that appear here are 'off the cuff' responses to things she experiences. Her latest poen was written in response to a prompting from the Holy Spirit. Many times when writing the poem seems to become a prophecy. The Lord often uses these poems to bring comfort to people who are in distress.

When tears are our only prayer

In each life a time comes, sometime

When even the silent whisper of a God given word

Seems to be beyond release

When nothing can be said

Because there are no words

Deep grief

Because this time, it is your loved one, your father, mother, brother

Sister or child, or even yourself,

Whose pain causes your heart to seem to stop.

Tears then, are the river of God

A gift from the Father, even if

The river is dry

and the tear ducts are empty.

Tears of the heart are borne and shared

By a Saviour who weeps with you

As He carries you. You are His lamb

Borne on His shoulder to the place where

All must be given over

The test, even if............

even..if..He says:

"Will you still believe me?

Honor me?

Walk with me?

Agree

That My plan is better than yours?

Trust that I know,"

Says the Lord

Each dry tear and each falling river of pain

Has a reason

In due season,

You will see me again,

And where the thorn in your heart tears most deep,

I will create something more than you ever dared to see

On the day of my choosing

The Heavens will rain on you a gentle cry of their own

Washing the pain

And the sweetest breath of My Spirit will  cover you

As you gather flowers to scatter at My feet for Joy

And you take your place again in the dance of Joy

I have prepared for you.

I am still there for you.

The poem below is for a political refugee I met. This woman could not return to her own country because her life was in danger. She had not seen her young children for several years, or her husband.

Hold on dear Heart the future is not like now 

I know of you now.

Because of your story, my hand is in yours

I have imprinted on my heart the things you told me

Know I could not go where you have been

But am willing to cry along with you

The tears of the second mile

I cannot

Walk your walk or suffer in your way

Just travel along the side of the story

But I long for the sun to rise in your life

My heart wants to set you free

If words were a saw I would break your chains

To give you all you denied yourself

But knows this is the path you chose

And when the time is right there will be a cutting free

With a Sword that has power and divides marrow and joint and

Casts down evil men and imaginations.

This too is destiny

But hard to understand.

I can only object and pray

to higher than worldly authority

Believing that in time to come

Things must change

Because in the end there is a glorious reward

For the prayers and the faith

Of one who is righteous avail much.

Take heart dear one

It is not like this forever

In the Heavens already

The raging storm is over and the

golden age of new dawn is beginning

Jesus sees

Jesus knows

And He holds you, and your dear ones

Precious.