Peace

Love and rejoice on the gray days
for skies are not always blue;
Give love to others when you need love
and God's love will come flooding through you. 

Rejoice... Though your heart be weary;
Rejoice... When you're sad and blue;
For in that act of rejoicing
You'll drive despair far away from you.

Lift up your hands in worship
Lift up your heavy heart, too!
And lost in the act of worship
You'll find God's joy and comfort anew.

Joy... For the heart that is heavy
Comfort... For those who are blue
Peace... For a heart that is troubled
As God's Spirit flows over you. 

Sylvia Fraser



Jesus Adds A Fragrance To Life

Battered by the summer storms
Which suddenly arrive,
Bruised by the driving rain
That lashes from the sky,
Squally winds and thunder...
Lightning fills the air,
Like trouble... out of nowhere,
It just suddenly appears. 

But when the storm is ended
And the clouds have disappeared,
The flowers have a fragrance
That permeates the air...
So, despite adversity,
Have those who are in Christ,
A beauty and a fragrance
That permeates their life. 

Sylvia Fraser. 




Dare to Call Him Father

Have you dared to call Him Father,
Have you dared to take His hand?
Have you dared to take Him at His Word
And believe He understands
Every circumstance that drags you down,
Every hurt and every fear?
Have you dared to trust His love for you
And believe He really cares?

Have you called Him "Abba Father",
And dared with Him to share
Every secret sorrow
Every heartache, pain and fear?
Have you called upon His mighty name
Believing you'll receive...
Healing for your heartaches and 
The answer to your needs?

Sylvia Fraser.

Dysfunctional is a word used to describe many homes today, but for me  it was not just a word but a painful reality. There were several  foster homes in my very early years that were emotionally, physically and  sexually abusive. My family were just trying to do what was 'right' for  me in difficult circumstance. They would never have knowingly allowed  such things to happen, they thought I was safe. 
My angry rebellious heart drove me from one outrages behavior to  another, probation at twelve, drop out at fifteen, biker chick at sixteen, an 
unclear haze of images tumble over each other as I try to unravel the  past and a the confusion of those days. At nineteen I have the painful  privilege (although I didn't think so at the time) of nursing my Mother  thought the terminal phase of her cancer. At twenty, I marry a violent  man, whose drunken spree's left me in fear of his anger and with more  than one black eye in our first four years. At Thirty-three Jesus broke  into my world, and turned me around. I began to write poetry, something  I had never done before, and my pain poured out across the pages, as  His love poured into my heart. That was twenty-five years ago, and poetry  is the way my Abba and I talk to each other. His faithfulness has  allowed me to learn to trust, His strength has given me the courage to  believe in the 'the new beginning' Jesus won for me at Calvary. My poetry is His gift to me and I share it with the deep believe that through the word of our testimony, no matter how it finds expression (prose, poetry, or song) He will take the little I have to touch the lives of those who need to knowHis love, His peace and find His strength and hope for a new day.
I have recently remarried after many years as an itinerant minister, and  know the joy of a human companion who shares my love of the Lord and  my journey. I now run workshops on the Father Heart of God and the  Power of His Love. I am a qualified counselor and am continuing the  wonderful journey He leads me on to wholeness and maturity with a passion to equip the body of Christ to make Him visible in this hurting and  broken world.