Tuesday, February 16, 2016


 Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the Lord will deliver him in time of trouble. Ps. 41:1

What gross ingratitude
To affix eye and sigh
To that which fits in pockets but
Can bleed the spirit dry

Time’s common ground is cursed
We thirst; sweat and tears pour
To the great equalizer, dirt
Where dust settles the score

The commotions we stir
To appease have and hold
Are nothing more than him and her
On ways to growing old

We bear a kindred sword
To toil and till this sod
Where diligent forefathers warred
And then returned to God

Shoulder to shoulder we
Of rich or poor acclaims
Are but part of a family
Of soon forgotten names

The by and by we seek
In spite of kith and ken
Binds us together, strong with weak
We are all fellowmen

© Janet Martin

This morning I prayed for a friend on a ten-day mission trip to Haiti, for a team from our church helping in Ecuador, for two men from our church leaving today for Haiti, for a friend helping fellowmen in Sri Lanka, just to name a few...it is a small world we share together. We should always endeavor to help each other!

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