Learning As I Go...

The older that I get, my God

I feel so very small

This orb of ocean scored with sod

Cupped in your All in all

Where galaxy to galaxy

Held by Divine Command

Does not annul humanity

On this blue dot of sand

The older that I get, my Lord

I feel so very blessed

The Author of love’s Sacred Word

Through faith made manifest

You hear the tear of fear’s dismay

You grant our truest needs

When we do not know what to pray

Your Kindness intercedes

The older that I get, my Friend

I feel so very awed

That we of sight-blind acumen

Can touch the throne of God

And, far above what we deserve

Grace forgives mortal debt

With Righteousness of He who gave

Himself in our stead

The older that I get, my God

I feel a sweet relief

The details of life’s why and what

Though it hones, tests Belief

Rests in Your Hands, Hands scarred by nails

Because You loved, love so

And what You promised never fails

For all we do not know

© Janet Martin

 For everything that was written in the past was written to teach us, 

so that through the endurance taught in the Scriptures 

and the encouragement they provide 

we might have hope.

Rom.15:4