Oh sweet child, by Natalie Wagner

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I know your bodies worn.

Oh my dear, He’s waiting for you at the throne. 

Give up all your fears and listen to the word. 

Mercies waiting in His Grace. 

Oh His love does appear. 

It shadows all darkness.

It clouds all suffering. 

Though the world may bring pain, His spirit brings life. 

Oh sweet child,

you can’t fight fear on your own. 

He will redeem and restore your soul. 

“Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.”

(Song of Solomon 4:7)

Beauty by Natalie Wagner

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External beauty is temporary. Even the most breathtaking flowers wilt in due time.

Radiant beauty shines from within.

Like memories that emerge as sun streaming through a window on a cloudy day, they always seem to grey.

To bask in their warmth lasts but a short moment. 

Soon the sun will fall behind the thick layers of sky, and all will be forgotten. 

That is until a gust of wind carries away the condensation of consideration. 

External beauty triggers visual pleasures.

Internal beauty plants a seed containing truths and wisdom. 

Psalm 139:13-14, “For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb. I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.”

Free Gift by Natalie Wagner

To trust and rest in the finished work of Jesus Christ. 

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A peace that is beyond understanding. 

In the midst of crashing waters your chapel sets us free. 

Two birds caught up in a whirlwind find solace in you.

Yahweh he says. 

God of our salvation. 

In our tears you met your children. 

In smiles you comfort us with an Holy kiss. 

Fiery tongues of indignation trample on snakes and scorpions. 

Two once lost souls meet their Heavenly Father hand in hand.

Clothed in the righteousness of Jesus Christ. 

His blood covers all of our sins.

Intervening where death greeted us at the footstool. 

To old for traditions. 

Ready for your pure milk.

Boundless love abides in your Kingdom.

A span beyond this realm of materiality. 

The only thing we cannot earn is your free gift of eternal life. 

Strangers by Natalie Wagner

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I often think about the strangers we encounter. People who come and go like tides. We share each others presence for a brief while, and depart on our ways.

Never will we fully know another’s soul…glimpses I’m sure. Although obscured.

Forget me nots bloom in the hollows of our minds. It is there we keep the little moments that go unnoticed.

Our world has pain. God brings rain on both houses.

Rich, poor, our hearts long for more.

As we pass by in speculation, we see fragments of ourselves in transition. Our eyes are the same. We all have a brain.

Our diversity makes us beautiful.

I see your love in the wind. Invisible and everlasting.

I too see sorrow in our fallen nature. Made in your image, yet born beautifully imperfect. What a conundrum.

Broken parts can be transformed into something wonderful with time.

Often happiness is found at the end of sorrow.