Monday, December 8, 2014

Holy Undertaking of Hope's High Call





Holy, holy, holy
The Hand that tunes the air
And stokes the night with morning light
Stirs humble hearts to prayer

Holy, holy, holy
The love that leads our way
Is changeless in Time’s ever-change
And stirs our hearts to pray

Holy, holy, holy
The Voice that shakes earth’s slope
Whispers within our heart of hearts
Assurances of hope

Holy, holy, holy
Is time’s highway of air
Where breath-by-breath we approach death
And Life beyond earth’s care

Holy, holy, holy
Our mercy-cradled dust
Swells with the faithfulness of He
Who stirs our hearts to trust

Holy, holy, holy
The grace by which we trod
Does not give us what we deserve
But leads us Home...to God

© Janet Martin

 All within me, Praise His Holy Name!
He will not always strive with us, Nor will He keep His anger forever. He has not dealt with us according to our sins, Nor rewarded us according to our iniquities. For as high as the heavens are above the earth, So great is His loving-kindness toward those who fear Him.…Ps. 103:9-11

This is a portion of scripture that Jim Bauman (mentioned here last week) shared on Thanksgiving Day. He went Home to his Lord on Saturday night. We'll miss him and grieve with joy.

2 comments:

  1. "And stokes the night with morning light..." An exceptional line, Janet. Beautiful imagery. Reminds of a poem I love:

    Out of the scabbard of the night
    By God's hand drawn,
    Flashes His shining sword of light
    And Lo! The dawn!

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    1. I LOVE that too! Thank-you for reminding me of Sherman's poetry...so good!

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