Thursday, October 22, 2015

Mercy's Bequeathal

No matter how many we’ve soiled and stained
With love and its mistakes
No matter how little we have attained
When tide of twilight breaks
No matter how hard the fall or rise
Scarred with our ‘oops-es’ and ‘oh-mys’
God, in his tender-hearted way
Forgives the Past with a new day

No matter what lies behind, before
And all that it yet holds
Is like a gently-gaping door
To what future unfolds
No matter the fumble-stumble pain
God grants a ‘get-up-try-again’
Where Mercy has the final say
And answers with a brand new day

…then by the grace of He who grants
This prize on eastern skies
Before the evening shadow slants
Toward this ward's demise
Pray we with humble best attend
Mercy’s bequest of man’s best friend
Where yester-chase has passed away
And in its place, a brand new day

© Janet Martin

 Remember your mercy, O Lord, and your steadfast love,
    for they have been from of old. Remember not the sins of my youth or my transgressions;
    according to your steadfast love remember me,
    for the sake of your goodness, O Lord!

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