Wednesday, January 4, 2017

A Mighty Mercy-grant

Newness transcends old
Hope renews its quest
Folds time’s fabric full of holes
Into nothingness

Heaven won’t recant
What time can’t retrace
But, with gong of midnight grants
A new song of grace

Old Year lies subdued
None can scuff its sand
Life is full of untried New
In the year at hand

We of little faith
Dare to kick dream-dust
Knowing we are more than fate
If in God we trust

Newness transcends old
Tell me, aren’t you glad
God does not fill up time's hold
With the year we had?

© Janet Martin

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