Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Grappling With Grandeur

Belief extols God’s excellence
Heaven and earth attest
As visage feasts on evidence
And wonders at the rest

The fount from whence today is drawn
Will not forever seep
Nor from its seeming fathoms spawn
New dawn to light the deep

This is the day the Lord has made
Its taper fills the skies
It wills response as accolade
And homage to its prize

For we have nothing more or less
God grants to all the same
This day of grace, His promises
For everyone to claim

When time’s moot moment-thirst is quenched
And fists unclench, what then?
This day is God's gift, mercy drenched
Before That Sure Amen

The worry of this groaning heath
Cannot, will not prevail
God is the sole soul-barer, Death,
Yon solemn heights will scale

The port from whence today is lent
Will someday seal its bars
As Last Breath lifts us past this tent
And its small splash of stars

Last Breath, Doom or Deliverer
With yea or nay we choose
When God both Taker and Giver
Lets Death collect His dues

© Janet Martin

 For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Romans 6:23

John 4:36
Already the reaper draws his wages and gathers a crop for eternal life, 
so that the sower and the reaper may rejoice together.

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