Hounded By God



My soul thirsts,
My heart hungers,
My yearnings deepen,
My heart cries.

The more I drink,
The more I feed,
The more I’m satisfied,
The more I’m filled with joy.

The deeper my soul’s thirst,
The stronger my heart’s hunger,
The more earnest my yearnings,
The more desperate my heart’s cry,

I am perplexed,
My soul faints within me,
I pray and pray and pray,
I sing, I cry; I cry, I sing!

But then, I hear a whisper from within,
The reassuring voice of His presence,
And it finally dawns on me,
“I am hounded by God.”

The God of relentless love,
Has made me the object of His pursuit;
So, willingly and freely,
I embrace all the perplexities
Of one hounded by Love.

Jennifer Abigail Lawson-Wallace
Copyright 2016


“It’s A New Day”

Wheat field

The night dragged on and on,
The sun had long withdrawn.
Despair had began its fight,
As the moon hid its light.
Paralysed by fear’s grip
The mind awaited the dawn.

The seconds ticked by,
Turning into minutes that lie.
Time seemed to stand still,
As darkness reigned free.
Hope yielded to a long sigh,
Dreams and desire lost their will.

Yet, as the darkness grew thicker,
And hope and faith weaker,
A gong sounded loud and clear.
The voice of the herald heard,
Declaring for all ears to hear,
“It’s a New Day!”

The dawn of the New Day is here.
The darkness flees in haste,
As the majestic sun rises fair.
The Sun of Righteousness arises,
Heralding the awaited genesis
Of a glorious New Day!

Fear trembles and despair fades,
As hope awakens and faith arises.
For not only did the herald declare,
A jewel so precious is made,
The sign of the New Day,
The pledge of God’s care.

It’s a perfect gift from God,
A sign of His faithfulness.
Another opportunity to live,
And His goodness to receive.
A new song swells from within,
As joy declares, “It’s a New Day.”

By Jennifer Abigail Lawson-Wallace
6 December 2015




The name resounds from the beginning of time,
A name, birthed from the loins of pain.
For on that fateful day, when man fell from grace,
And God pronounced judgement, not to His gain,
Adam rose and called his wife ‘Chavvah,’

What did Adam hear that day,
To give his wife such a name?
Oh, the voice of hope was so clear,
For God in mercy had declared,
That through the seed of Woman
Redemption shall appear.
Hope was rekindled, as God ordained,
That in childbearing, woman would save the day.

The trees shook at their roots,
For the earth heard the voice of the Creator,
And responded and took the seeds man planted.
Earth multiplied that which it received,
And when it had brought forth its fruit,
It earned the name Mother!

Mother, every woman’s desire!
Ingrained in her, at the very core of her being,
The urge to reproduce, she must satisfy!
For God has created her to function as the earth,
To take seed and multiply,
Bringing forth the fruit of her womb.

Rachel cried, ‘give me a child or I die!’
Hannah knew no peace until she conceived.
Sarah had given up hope,
For she considered her body dead.
The Shulammite woman, Elizabeth, all received,
The seed of the womb and hope was alive again,
For they could bear that name once again, Mother!

The miracle of birth,
Is but a fusion of the divine and human.
For heaven unites with earth,
When seed is taken by woman.
This is the wonder of motherhood,
That a woman would take seed, incubate it,
And birth the fruit of that seed –
Another human being!

MOTHER, such a multifaceted name
Nurturer, Nourisher, Nurse,
Life-giver, Sustainer, Protector,
Strength, Grace, Solution…
Mother, a song in the ear of every child,
The sweet song of the fruit of the womb.
Mother, the essence of womanhood,
Worthy to be honoured and celebrated!

A name the Church must also bear.
For, indeed, She is a woman,
The Bride of Christ, Her bridegroom.
Not only must She bear the name,
The Church must also possess the nature,
The very essence of the name.

For Mother has known intimacy,
Mother has rejected barrenness.
Mother has taken seed and conceived,
Mother has incubated and multiplied seed,
And has nurtured and nourished till term.
Mother has laboured
And brought forth her fruit in pain.
Mother, the one who nurtures,
And raises the womb’s fruit, till maturity.

Church, arise to Motherhood!
Bride of Christ, let the cry be heard from you:
“Give me children or else I die!”
Zion, know no peace till you conceive!
Church, draw to your Bridegroom in intimacy!
Bride of Christ, take the seed of His Word,
And nurture, nourish, multiply and reproduce!
Church, bear fruit for Jesus Christ…
Knowing that the hope of humanity and all creation,
Lies with you arising to MOTHERHOOD!

 By Jennifer Abigail Wallace
(As Inspired by the Holy Spirit)




Free, free, free, at last,
Free from the bondage of ages past.
Unto the ground my chain I cast,
Rejoicing in God’s grace, oh so vast.

I looked down to see,
As I rose up from my knee,
Perhaps I might find the key,
To unlock the box that held me

But wait, not only are the fetters broken,
The prison doors are also open.
The chains of bondage are now only a token,
Of my liberty once stolen.

Tradition is no longer a snare,
Culture has been laid bare.
In the light of God’s word, so clear,
Religion and Prejudice would no longer dare.

For the bars of the cage of fear have been bent,
And our enemy’s strength spent.
In vicious anger his garments rent,
To see this mighty army of women sent.

The stones have been rolled away,
The caves can no longer make us stay.
Jesus, I heard someone say,
Has settled the debt only He could repay.

Women, multitudes of women arising,
All around me is much rejoicing.
Onward, forward, all are marching,
Singing and praising, praying and preaching.

Free, free, at last to serve,
An integral part of God’s reserve
The dying souls of mankind to preserve,
Indeed, their very souls from hell to swerve

I lifted my head and saw,
A vast field of women, free and at war
Praying and fasting, a harvest to draw,
Finally to settle the Saviour’s score

By Apostle Jennifer Abigail Wallace
Copyright 2006