Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Of Threads and Thoroughfares

Yon Place of hope and grace refills the dark with ether gold
The Driving Force of Time’s discourse sustains its vapor hold
As heaven’s doors of Second Chance unveil earth’s shores again
Where walls of circumstance cannot His mercy-tide restrain

This way of Hasting-to is strewn with blooms among the rocks
Its days are new and hewn from naught but gentle ticks and tocks
Do not despair, like darkness overcome with dawn, life’s care
Is never greater than the One who lavishes the air

For our delight God lets us glimpse His wonder on the sky
See how the vale of night grows pale then slips into a sigh
Where morning’s virgin Masterpiece is unrolled like a scroll
And hung upon Time’s ceiling over halls of common goal

The fragile thread that separates the living from the dead
And holds eternity at bay is gold and pink and red
We do not cling to it; God cups us in His kind embrace
Before the breath that severs us forever from His grace

© Janet Martin

Grace is the thread with which God weaves Time
In Heaven there will be no need for grace Hell no use.
Today is the day of salvation
Today is the day we choose!

(For he saith, I have heard thee in a time accepted, and in the day of salvation have I succoured thee: behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.)
2 Cor.6:2

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