Sunday, September 22, 2013

Of Cleansed Cups

The wind gathers mute moments spent
And it is foolish to lament
A season that has passed away
Or pine again for yesterday
Look! Look! Upon night’s waning main
God paints His patience once again
The cup that claimed our innocence
And cradles action’s recompense
Would be our loathsome fear, but then
Because of grace does not condemn
The Hand that holds the universe
Cleanses this cup of Satan’s curse

Beyond this journey, moment-cast
The Prize we seek bids us hold fast
Though yesterdays accumulate
And pinnacles evaporate
Hope fills this chalice with fresh grains
The timeless grace of God remains

The winds gather mute moments spent
And we would drown in time’s lament
But for the grace of Calvary
And Faith in what we cannot see
Look! Look! God’s heaven fills with dawn
And kindly bids us journey on

© Janet Martin

"I, even I, am he who blots out your transgressions, for my own sake, and remembers your sins no more. Isa. 43:25


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