Friday, December 11, 2015

No Shadow of Turning...





Far-off heaven sheds its shadow
Like a grand bough loosed of leaf
The meadow emerges ‘neath splurges of gold
Night garnered to Orion’s sheaf

A common tide rife with Mercy
Pours from lofty well-springs of grace
We cannot tell what its citadel veils
But we know Who holds it in place

There is no shadow of turning
In He who directs Night and Day
A steadfast Presence midst Time’s essence of change
That even the mistrals obey

 Therefore, ere eventide chases
 Night-shadows to meadow and range
Tis sweet peace to know we go grounded in grace
Of God in Whom there is no change

© Janet Martin

 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.
James 1:17

There is a lot of talent on The Voice this year, but I can't help but cheer for this guy.
This song was esp. touching performed the week after the Paris attacks.

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