Monday, November 23, 2015

Seraphim Song

The noise of nature’s naught
Is stilled; rill, hill and fell
A whisper-woven cot
Where angel-legions fell

Now every post plays host
To spectators of awe
Earth never needs to boast
But revels ‘neath God’s law

…where spectral seraphim
Rallied without a sound
Til every sprig and limb
Was grace and glory crowned

© Janet Martin

 "Come now, let us settle the matter," says the LORD. 
"Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; 
though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.

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