Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Of Faith and Sky

The lathe that shapes from Time, Today
Grants faith-footholds of pink-gold-gray
The sky, Hope’s my-oh-my unfolds
God knows each unknown that it holds

The stir that fells the night expands
A yellow bell tolls from God’s hands
And hangs upon dawn’s yawning air
A ladder to His throne, called prayer

The magnitude of days gone by
Cannot dim mercy’s faithful eye
But hews from rock and plain a place
Where we can name His Name in praise

The glory of the Lord is love
The earth and its fullness thereof
Belongs to Him who from on high
Masters the lathe of faith and sky

© Janet Martin

 But the Lord is faithful, and He will strengthen and protect you from the evil one.
2 Thess. 3:3

...if we are faithless, he remains faithful, for he cannot disown himself.

2 Tim.2:13

1 comment:

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