Friday, March 22, 2013

Life-journey Sonnet

This load of mortal care that we must bear
Would press us hard into the ruthless dirt
And there would be no comfort for our hurt
Or healing for the wounds we suffer here
But for a Touch, if we would pause to see
It’s loving grace, from knowing nail-scarred Hands
To carry us through storm or sinking sands
As we long for immortal victory
And oh, we could not rise to meet the day
Or face the onslaught of hope’s brazen foe
But for arms of One who shows the Way
Because He IS and by this grace we go
For He who wept blood-tears sin’s debt to pay
Has suffered more than we can ever know

…and so we rise, not on the emptiness
Of merit won by failure’s fleeting worth
For we are creatures of a second birth
If we have touched His robe of righteousness
Then we know that this fight is not in vain
And though we bear our lot of promised pain
And though through sorrow’s seasons we must grieve
Who wore a crown of thorns pressed on His head
And oh, there is redemption full and free
In rivers of Creator-God blood shed
As He offered Himself on Calvary

God is not mocked; we dare not spurn His Gift
Or blame Him for the burdens we must bear
For those who will endure; this mortal rift
Twixt earth and sky in one wink will dissolve
The vapor of its temporal constraint
Will dissipate and nevermore will taint
The laughter of breath-eons that evolve
Where moments are not counted into years
In Heaven earth’s familiar disappears
Unmarred by foolish fantasy or fears
We touch the hem of Everlasting Light

© Janet Martin

 Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Gal. 6:9

Alan Jackson; What a Friend We Have in Jesus

Ty Herndon: Journey On

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