Sunday, 6 July 2014

Black and Blue

Oh God….

Black and blue, I come to you.
Bruised and empty,
I pray you’ll quench me,
of this thirst for you….

Of this thirst for joy -
For strength, faith
and hope to flow through.

My barren heart,
like a desert parched,
broken, and
in need of you.

For the well is dry.
And I torn in two,
try to stand,

on a foundation
come unglued.

Oh God….

Where are you?
No words left
to call to you.
I can only silently,

Trust in your
endless mercy.
I can only
parched and thirsty…

Plead for rain.
Like the dry and broken land,
without you.

But I know 
you haven’t left me
and your springs
deep, eternal...

Will rise up to renew me.
Fill the well
that’s empty, thirsty,
with a love that can continue…

With a source
that can re-fuel me,
to carry on until

Oh God….

Black and blue, I come to you
Bruised and empty,
praying you’ll
strengthen me.

Shaky on a
broken foundation;
still dependent
on your healing.

Still grasping
for your hand;
to comfort and
enable me,

To hold on, and
not relinquish;
a desperate, hope-driven

of a different ending.

Ana Lisa de Jong
July 2014

To the Sun

There is hope for a tree,
if cut down, it buds again at the scent of water.
There is hope for us.
In your tender mercy,
our failings are not fatal,
and our missteps only temporary.
For you steady us when we falter,
and you promise us eternity.

You turn us back toward you,
as a tree grows to the sun.
As its roots search out sustenance
we seek the only one,
who satisfies…
And to whom we lift our face,
to whom we re-affirm our faith,
the author and the giver of all grace.

There is hope for the pot,
that is not responding  as it should.
For the potter holds the wheel,
the artist the brush.  Just in art there’s no mistake,
the designer will not rush.
Sometimes with great intent,
he’ll re-mould his design,
so that with all creation, he may announce it as “good”.

So we can believe when he speaks of eternity,
of ‘new covenants’ that wash us clean.
At the scent of water we can re-bud,
though we may feel dead in the ground.
We can have faith in his goodness and mercy,
that follows us to where-ever we have run.
We can respond as the tree, as the pot, -
let him change us, and turn us to the sun.

Ana Lisa de Jong
July 2014

"For there is a hope for a tree.  If it is cut down, that it will sprout again, and that its tender shoots will not cease.  Though its root may grow old in the earth, and its stump may die in the ground. Yet at the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth branches like a plant"
Job 14:7-9

"surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever"
Psalm 23:6

"God saw all that he made, and it was very good"
Genesis 1:31


When did pain come to stay?
Or fear pull up a chair,
make himself so at home,
so that we see his face as we lie, sleepless and alone.

When did grievances grow so great,
that they must come out,
in screams of hurt -
and cries of hate.

What did we do? Or fail to do?
Did we love to much,
or give in too soon?
How do we assure him that our love runs true?

Why must he test it
as though only to prove,
to himself, he’s unworthy
of the love that he spurns.

And why has our home,
once a place of peace and safety,
become a prison and a battleground,
rather than a sanctuary.

Where do we hear the answer to our prayers?
Where do we run?
To whom do we flee,
when we long to escape our misery.

I feel you whisper, “run to me.
I am safer than any sanctuary.
And I am stronger than the strongest wall.
Lean on me and you will not fall.

I will give you a place to hide.
Come near to me and be restored.
For I soothe the tender aching heart,
and strengthen the battle-worn.

So say to pain, ‘your time’s almost done’.
And to fear, ‘you’re not welcome here anymore’.
I have a purpose and a plan,
and no grievance against my love can stand.

No failure is ever irredeemable,
and no broken heart irreparable.
Every story is written with my handprint
every life lives, a creation of my handiwork”

Ana Lisa de Jong
June 2014

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