With a Strength Defined

With a strength defined, you can move a mountain.
With a song in mind arrange a piece for two.
A journey planned presents a grand end.
And an old memory a friend you once knew.
With a love so dear, you can trace a relationship.
To the stem and the roots on which it did stand.
With the sharing to a kin all the worlds burdens can be lifted,
And with the warmth of one to hold your hand-
You can climb the past and face the future,
With an advantage only One can see.
From all of creation : 'The Earth you must be good to her'
Because the One who made her made you and me.

- By Lakechia Jeanne ©

~ Inspiration from the song : God I love you so, Freddie Hayler

I was reading a blog post of a shared story where a lady was in a rush a particular day, and was irritant at a car in front of her whilst in a drive-through , and that when she drove up to the desk to order, the lady she was annoyed at that morning had paid for her breakfast. It was a lovely story , and I instantly realised how much we can rush through life, and never stop to smell the roses, appreciate someone or make someone feel special. I was reminded of a passage in the Bible that encourages us to show love to absolutely everyone." Don't forget to show hospitality to strangers, for some who have done this have entertained angels without realizing it! " - And not just for that reason, but Jesus showed us His love through living His life , dying and rising again for us. Love is not a hidden quality. Love is only love when you give it away.

 There are angels all around you , though you never seemed to know .

They're with you now - your family . And sometimes made in the snow .

They don't always come dressed in white with a halo on their head.

Some times they're in the dark, and kiss you goodnight before you go to bed.

They're in front of you at the drive-up while you wait in the order queue.

They smile at you as you walk on the asphalt ,

They're the friend you never knew.

Be kind to those around you, let them see how you care,

Do not not forget to show hospitality to strangers,

you maybe entertaining angels unaware .

By Lakechia Jeanne ©

~ inspired by Hebrews 13"2

Every House

Every house has a builder,

Every song, someone to sing.

In every doctor is a Healer,

And a jeweler makes a ring.

In every clay jar is a potter, 

In every kingdom a king,

It's funny to think we might have forgotten ...

That God,  made everything.

Strong and Graceful Oaks

Strong and graceful oaks dance in the waves of the wind
For the LORD has planted them near the water.
Their descendants are known and seen above many,
Their leaves seem never thinned
And in their paths lie no dishonor.
The LORD and His favour has come, it has been brought to us here;
My soul is renewed.
So those who have ears, let them hear
Before the day all actions are viewed.
My mind is restored and offered up in glory.
Let this be the start
Our one and only our Resurrection story.
Our prayer, is a willing heart.

-Inspired by Isaiah 61

By Lakechia Jeanne ©

I wrote this poem during the summer , I normally keep my poems in a diary , a special place where all my thoughts and emotions, prayers and answered revelations are kept and stored.

I feel that there will be a time and place in my future where God will want me to look back over the past moments and memories and learn and grow and enrich my spiritual storage.

I often find, when glancing at past memoirs, I am really able to find in myself a source of gratitude , and having tangible and concrete proof of past experiences to the present-day helps in my expression of gratitude to God.

I never read my diary entries - 

That are close to the existing time.

It just feels wrong, For the phase incomplete

Must be read at my prime.

But there will be a time when I'll read and read;

When I'll relive the memories of the past.

And reminisce on the emotions of before,
The times that did not last.

That time is getting closer still, but today is not that day.

So I'll close the book, keep it safe and pack it far away.

By Lakechia Jeanne ©

I am most definitely a home-town girl. I have been all my life , but moving to a new city and a new place has really brought out characteristics in me that I never knew I had.
I've had to make decisions by myself and become responsible for everything I do. However I feel like all of the lessons I have been taught by my mum, especially and all of my family and friends over the years are finally being put to test. I have had to get out of my own comfort zone and I get to spend more time with God than ever before - its amazing. And being on this new journey makes me anticipate for the future.

Many thing are new, and artifacts are old
Many faces contain clues, their secrets untold.
And though I stand clear of strangers here and there.
I struggle to find one near. A friend just and fair.
The skies are grey and dusty, the pearly whites have gone.
But in time we'll see the sun, again as it once shone.


By Lakechia Jeanne ©

Summer has been going really well, I went away to a beautiful place called Cornwall . It was a long trip down, but so worth it. The views were unlike anything I had ever seen in the British countryside before, and the clear water beaches were amazing. It was peaceful, serene. I had time to think.

Just before I left, I found out that my very dear friend had gone to be with the Lord. She was 80 and so beautiful, we shared alot together, and she was a light for so many while here. I'm funny like that, I don't mind how old you are. If my heart meets yours, we can be best friends.

If my heart meets yours, and our inner selves connect.

If our eyes meet in love, and our smiles we never forget.

If my mind thinks of you no matter the distance apart.

Your age in truth is irrelevant. For rare is a good heart.

(I wasn't planning to write that, so the next poem is my intentional post for today. And a tribute to my dear friend.)

The Candle Maker

The light will not be chuffed out.

No flicker, no flame, will ever suffer blame-

This cold wind from the open fields,

Will not harm this candle that I shield.

My candle shone, many years went by-

It flickered it flamed. It will not die.

The rain tried to run her away, 

And snow tried to freeze her heat.

The breeze tried to mellow her light -

But, the flame my hands warm will keep.

And even though the light, my eyes no longer can see,

Does not mean the light will no longer be.

My Jesus has taken the candle, to put in His homes lantern.

So though I cannot see it...

Forever her flame will burn.

The Candle Maker took away my candle.

I held her close and dear.

He took her away after a while, and wiped from my eye a tear.

'Why do you take her away?' I say.

'My candle is precious to me.'

"I promise her away for one short day,

In time her light you will soon see."

I miss my candle very much, but the Candle Makers' home is bright.

It's warm flickering array of candles guide me home tonight.

And in His good will one day complete, I'll travel to His home to see;

My candle on His lamp stand meet. Burning. Brightly.

By Lakechia Jeanne ©