Lancashire Lass Susan
Biography of Lancashire Lass Susan
I am passionate about the LORD JESUS CHRIST and as we are called by God in Matthew 25: 18-20 - to take the Gospel (God's Word - the Bible) to every nation which I have been shown to do through facebook and on this worthy website. Believers among you please share these 'writings' sent through the Holy Spirit. Thank you and God Bless.
Here in Bahrain I was one of the first volunteers in the Bahrain Ladies Christian Prison Ministry which is now in it's 6th year and I view it as a miracle pre-ordained by God here in a predominantly muslim country.
Twenty years of prayer are behind this ministry and prayer throughout the world continues to bring growth and stability to this ministry put in place by God alone. Amen! My calling scriptures to the prison ministry are and continue to be Isaiah 61.
Lancashire Lass Susan Poems
Strand Of Hope
Life is fragile, so easy to go over the edge into the abyss, A fine strand holds us away from a life of nothingness. An existence meaningless, days of hopelessness, barely putting one foot in front of the other. Each day colourlessness, a hunger to be loved, to be admired, to be cherished, to be seen of worth, to be loved for who we are.
A Godly Marriage
Honor to God's divine union of two souls is shown in their love and respect to God and to each other. Worthiness in the wife is recognised by her husband through HER strength of character to submit and commit all circumstances to God in prayer, to seek HIS will. A woman who recognizes and follows the Holy Spirit's guidance in all she does. Embraces Him as a Friend, Counselor, Comforter, Confidante, Peacemaker, Restorer, Redeemer, HER God of ALL wisdom and might.
The wind is blowing gaily, the page is trying to turn. My hair has it's own independent way and my heart is at PEACE. My peace I give you, not as the world gives it (John 14: 27) A peace that rests inside as though like Jesus sleeping peacefully on the wind tossed boat, secure in His Father's LOVE. (Mark 4: 38)
Without You Lord
WITHOUT You Lord I would be a piece of flotsam tossing on a stormy sea A train in a hurry gaining momentum to certain disaster A leaf clinging precariously to it's last bit of sanity An empty soul hungering for something more
Without You Lord
WITHOUT You Lord I would be a piece of flotsam tossing on a stormy sea
A train in a hurry gaining momentum to certain disaster
A leaf clinging precariously to it's last bit of sanity
An empty soul hungering for something more
A prisoner locked in the fears of her mind
A body that thinks it's in control of its nourishment, uncontrolled in its appetites.
Each day waking without wonderment, going through the motions, striving to remain happy.
Wanting, always wanting SOMETHING MORE!