Saturday, January 16, 2021

The Way It Is...


From Charles Spurgeon's Sermon- How To Please God
(I shared the below excerpt recently but resharing it because
of its profound apparentness)
Modern Theology...takes man from what is Written to what is thought.
It does not allow the sovereign Authority of Revelation and in disallowing that
their very foundations are removed, and much of the abounding vice of this day is
the direct result of this abounding unbelief in God, this
philosophical mistrust in Infinite Wisdom

The plush hush of first light covers the earth with birth of day 
The raven tress of night is gathered up and brushed away 
Sight is regaled with beauty midst the brokenness of This; 
The ever never-changing duty to The Way It Is 

The Way It Is, is partly circumstance and part reply 
A tug of war twixt defiance and humble ‘here am I’ 
A battle between logic and obedience and trust 
Before the Soul is siphoned from time’s toll of dust-to-dust 

Arrogance and atheism result in anarchy 
The lawlessness of Godlessness, its awful tragedy 
Where, hidden in The Way It Is, trembles The Way Toward 
Where consequence of carelessness no creature can afford 

From eastward brink expands the pink proof of mercy renewed 
Love beckons us to come and drink hope’s ink with gratitude 
Where, ever in the Way It Is, founts of love and light brim 
With God’s abiding faithfulness to guide us back to Him 

© Janet Martin 

Deut, 31:6

Be strong and courageous. 
Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, 
for the Lord your God goes with you; 
he will never leave you nor forsake you.”

Friday, January 15, 2021

What If, After All The Laughter...

No laughing matter if...

What if, after all the laughter...

all the flowers that we held...

What if after all the laughter, 
All the flowers that we held 
We have nothing left that matters 
When our fleeting frame is felled 

What if, after so much pardoned 
After precious mem’ries made 
We depart with heart still hardened 
Never trusted, never prayed 

What if, after we have tasted 
Mercy-upon-mercy poured 
We have ultimately wasted 
The Gift that we just ignored 
(The Gift offered by the Lord)

What if we are not forgiven 
What if we never receive 
The inheritance of Heaven 
Because we did not believe 

What if, after all the laughter
And tears, as time took its toll
We did not yield to the Author
Of Salvation for the soul

© Janet Martin 

Every so often I listen to this powerful song...

Almost Persuaded- Josh Turner

....and often I weep for cold shoulders turned away
from The Gift

For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith--
and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God--

Mark 16:16
He that believeth and is baptized shall be saved; 
but he that believeth not shall be damned.

1 John 1:9
If we confess our sins, 
he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins 
and purify us from all unrighteousness.

John 3:16
for God so loved the world
that He gave His only begotten son
that whosoever believes in Him
will not perish but have everlasting life

Why does it matter so much if our name is not written
in the Book of Life??

Then I saw a great white throne and him who was seated on it. 
The earth and the heavens fled from his presence, and there was no place for them. 
12And I saw the dead, great and small, standing before the throne, and books were opened. Another book was opened, which is the book of life. 
The dead were judged according to what they had done as recorded in the books.
 13The sea gave up the dead that were in it, 
and death and Hades gave up the dead that were in them, 
and each person was judged according to what they had done. 
14Then death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire. 
The lake of fire is the second death. 
15Anyone whose name was not found written in the book of life 
was thrown into the lake of fire.

Who Knows Who or What Waits...

I'm hoping/picturing when the nose of the Journey is pointed homeward tonight
the house will be spic-and-span,
but most of us have learned that our morning Maybe
 is subject to change of plan

Who knew a pile of dirty dishes can surprise us with a bit of beauty!

The Bygone-brush is dripping as we speak/read!!
And tonight, the whole world over, as we all survey our personal Portrait of Today
not one single picture will be exactly alike!
By God's grace then let's make courtesy, kindness and thankfulness the Beauty
each 'painting' has in common

Around the corner or across the street 
Who knows who or what waits our gait to greet 
Will it be stem-full-of-thorns, or the rose 
Will it be a kiss or punch in the nose 

The day at hand sits on time’s window sill 
Who knows who or what waits its frame to fill 
Darling, the colours that drip, splash and run 
Turn into works of art, never undone 

From the fine mingling of was-is-will be 
Who knows who or what waits to shape hist’ry 
Aptly, the hour is emptied and set 
Etching forever its brief pirouette 

While we work with what we somewhat expect 
Who knows who or what waits to interject 
But as each beck and call fills in the blanks 
Pray that above all, it resonates thanks 

© Janet Martin 

...always giving thanks to God the Father for everything,
 in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.

Thursday, January 14, 2021

Of Firsts and Finals

Why is it that we He who is above all
and astonishes us to no end with wonders great and small

 Shepherd of My Soul

He does not ask more from us than that which He first provides 
He never bids us go but where His faithfulness presides 
He guides all those who seek Him first before footsteps advance 
Knowing our God is always greater than the circumstance 

He loves us, how He loves us while we learn love’s costly price 
Of offering our bodies as a living sacrifice 
For the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak unless 
We first seek the kingdom of God and this; His righteousness 

Obedience is better than sacrifice, says the Lord 
Happy are they who trust in Him and delight in his Word 
Forbid we dare to barter till we boldly disobey 
The Author of Salvation who has first and final say 

Finally, be strong in the Lord, the power of His might 
First put on His full armour to be equipped for the fight 
So that we can discern between truth and almost-truth, cursed 
That deceives us into thinking our ‘happiness’ comes first 

© Janet Martin

Likewise you younger people, submit yourselves to your elders. 
Yes, all of you be submissive to one another, and be clothed with humility, for
“God resists the proud,
But gives grace to the humble.”
6Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God,
 that He may exalt you in due time,
  7casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you.

Wednesday, January 13, 2021

The Gravity of Seeds


We all want a healthy harvest but wanting isn't enough;
to harvest what we hope for takes the long, hard work of Love

Hang in there, fellow field-hands!

All a man's ways are pure in his own eyes, 
but his motives are weighed out by the LORD.

Through dad's life he proved the deed/'seed'
above was far more than 'getting in mother-in-law's good books.
His life is a legacy of helpfulness.
And isn't it ironic how even in harvest time 
we are planting and watering.

 Let us not become weary in doing good, 
for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.

Sometimes we are so weary and tempted to despair, but God is faithful...

2 Thess. 3:3
But the Lord is faithful, and He will strengthen you 
and guard you from the evil one

Prayer for Today.

"Lord, let us sense the seeds we strew
and recognize the recompense
when harvest time comes due,
In Thy Name we pray

It matters, for we scatter seeds 
Through every high and low 
Where words and prayers and fruit of deeds 
At Harvest Time will show 

It matters, what we think upon 
Where, who we choose to serve 
Will either make us weak or strong 
When life throws us a curve 

It matters, how we proceed thus 
Trailblazers of a kind 
For little feet that follow us 
Not very far behind 

It matters, what we say and do 
The ‘why’ of yes and no 
Like little seeds we strew and strew 
That grow and grow and grow

It matters; Every. Single. Day
No matter where life leads
Its ups and downs will soon display
The gravity of seeds

It matters. No one can mock God
The hand reaps what it sows
Where what seems hidden in time's sod
The harvest will expose

© Janet Martin 

Proverbs 20:11
Even a young man is known by his actions--
whether his conduct is pure and upright.

Matthew 7:20
So then, by their fruit you will recognize them.

Tuesday, January 12, 2021

Perfect Wings

Soon the bud will unfold
soon the gray will be gold
soon the cocoon of why
will free the butterfly

oh, for all the woe and hunger this life wills
it does not stopper the fount that spills 
with thrills of its sweetest loveliest things
like babies and flowers and butterfly wings!

It trembles like a butterfly 
Unfurling perfect wings 
From a cocoon of sod and sky 
Like day breaks through night’s strings 

To meadows decked in seasoned sweeps 
Of pink, white, green and gold 
It shimmers, glimmers, laughs and weeps 
As its colours unfold 

It trundles down the country lane 
And rolls across the shore 
It sparkles in each drop of rain 
It fills the bud with More 

It flits through fingertips and stars 
It drips and roars and spins 
A deluge from unstoppered jars 
Pouring out groans and grins 

It tries the patience of the young 
It tests time’s wizened ways 
A strange essence of pictures hung 
Just beyond our gaze 

It wafts, as soft as snowflakes fall 
Then sets its steps in stone 
Where, after it has decked earth’s hall 
No legions can dethrone 

It keeps us all on common ground 
Momentous mystery 
Where tick by tock it is unwound 
In what yet waits to be 

Where what yet waits to be is not 
Shadows and tangled strings 
It is the promises of God 
Unfurling Perfect Wings 

© Janet Martin 

Psalm 63:7
For You are my help; I will sing for joy in the shadow of Your wings.

Stepping Stones


How futile, if we walk by faith 
To peer ahead too far 
But ask the Lord to lead the way 
Exactly where we are 

To place our plans and hopes and dreams 
Into the Hands of He 
Who always tenderly esteems 
His best for you and me 

To entrust to His Righteous sake 
Each dread, fear, wish and whim 
And strive, with every step we take 
To walk, by faith, in Him

Beneath our footsteps, one by one
God sets each stepping stone
Faith feels for it and forges on
Faith never walks alone 

© Janet Martin

For we live by faith, 
not by sight.
2 Cor.5:7

Monday, January 11, 2021

Adagio Composers

Mondays, especially gray ones, especially during lockdowns
 can feel a bit heavy some weeks, 
but it takes the ebb and flow of high and low 
to compose Masterpiece Adagios.
We are still in the middle of what could will be
a Masterpiece, if we put our faith in the 
Forever Faultless, Faithful Keeper of fumbling 'composers'!

Where highs and lows compete 
With shores that disappear
Where Today spreads a music sheet 
Replete with Now and Here

Where love and longing spark 
A strange adagio 
Like waves that roll across the heart 
In soulful ebb and flow 

Where darksome, daily grind 
And laughter, silver-teal 
Will fill the bars soon left behind
With symphonies, surreal 

Where what we have and hold 
Is soon the wafting fray 
Of melodies that fill the old 
-en world of yesterday 

Where swift, soft moments splay 
Gilt lilt of high and low 
To compose with notes of today 
Morrow’s adagio 

© Janet Martin 

This morning's Daily Bread Devotion Bible Reading-

Psalm 121

I will lift up my eyes to the hills—
From whence comes my help?
2 My help comes from the Lord,
Who made heaven and earth.

3 He will not allow your foot to [a]be moved;
He who keeps you will not slumber.
4 Behold, He who keeps Israel
Shall neither slumber nor sleep.

5 The Lord is your [b]keeper;
The Lord is your shade at your right hand.
6 The sun shall not strike you by day,
Nor the moon by night.

7 The Lord shall [c]preserve you from all evil;
He shall preserve your soul.
8 The Lord shall preserve[d] your going out and your coming in
From this time forth, and even forevermore.