Friday, August 31, 2018

Mercy's Majesty


Mercy's Majesty rolled like a golden tide across the countryside this morning...
There is no common art where God holds the brush!

 It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, 
because his compassions fail not. 
 They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.
Lam.3:22-23



Dawn beams, akin to blushing bride
It streams across the countryside
And etches on dew-lavished lea
Sketches of Mercy’s majesty

The hour soon fills in its blanks
We pause and offer awe-struck thanks
For all that was, is and will be
Relies on Mercy’s majesty

Inhale, exhale, dawn’s diamond girth
Soon sheds Time’s elemental birth
Begetting what makes history
…off-spring of Mercy’s majesty

Darling, death wears many a form
The dust of days takes hearts by storm
Where we, on brinks of mystery
Depend on Mercy’s majesty

Mercy’s majesty will not fail
The Hand that holds and tips its grail
Never out-pours love’s boundless sea
…no shores for Mercy’s majesty

© Janet Martin

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