Friday, July 10, 2015

Kind and True...A Morning Song of Praise






We are not bound to that
Which will not pass again
Oh, praise the One who does not keep
But from fathoms of grace
Bestows not old, but New
And lays upon this hearth of dirt
His mercy kind and true

Tomorrow none can know
And yesterday is past
Praise God from whence the morning flows
To those of us held fast
Within His loving care
He does not give our due
But stirs the dark with morning where
His Hand is kind and true

Man’s boast is paltry blight
Beneath dawn’s raving sky
Oh, praise the One who parts the night
For fools like you and I
His law is without fault
He tips the jars of heaven with
His goodness kind and true

We are not bound to that
Which will not pass again
Oh, praise the One who offers us
A fresh place to begin
And from fathoms of grace
Refills the old with new
And heaps upon this hearth of hurt

© Janet Martin

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    1. thank-you Sue. I just added a song that seemed to fit.

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  2. Full of hope! "He does not give us our due.." such beautiful grace.

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    1. yes. it's like that line in the song How Great Thou Art...in the 3rd stanza...2nd line...'I scarce can take it in!'

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