Sunday, March 13, 2016

Something To Sing About

Because Your loving-kindness is better than life, My lips will praise You.

Imagine, I thought as the sun broke through night's hue in a blaze of glory, if God allowed our worry and care to color the world, oh, how doleful this earth would be... 

Upon this walk of life we meet
With strife and care, trouble and test
Embarking oft with heavy feet
To greet the weight of living’s quest

The weight of living’s quest could strip
The heart of all, save fear and doubt
How bitter-bent could be the lip
With nothing left to sing about

With nothing left to sing about
How cruel dawn to dusk would be
As if Nature folded its spout
And sealed the bud that clothes the tree

And stopped the mouths of bird and bloom
And snuffed the virgin shades of spring
Then earth would be a howling tomb
Each breath, a deathly suffering

…and in this deathly suffering
Would only stones praise God and shout
To He who tends our sorrowing  
And lends something to sing about?

Then, let us sing about God’s love
And never let complaint replace
His praise, though trouble spills its trove
This walk of life is by God’s grace

And though this walk of life may shod
Our feet with care, none are without
The loving-kindness of our God
Who grants something to sing about

© Janet Martin

Wishing you a wonder-full, worship-full Sunday!

1 comment:

Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!