Wednesday, July 8, 2020

In Spite of Trouble's Test... or Morning-tide and Man


 From the sunset last night...
 ...to the sunrise this morning

 ...the heavens declare His glory


The sunrise melts the dark
Ethereal tangerine
Obliterates the starry arc
Where slumber’s light had been
As beaming break of day
Soft-snuffs kajillion flares
And we are met with hope’s heaped tray
From He who hears our prayers

While trouble’s test abides
And common cares oppress
The faithful love of God provides
Man’s means to happiness
In greater portion pours
His goodness and His grace
The hope we have through Him restores
Glad purpose to life’s race

Impulse is sure to err
The master of regret
Darling, then let’s fold into prayer
Those things that make us fret
Because the countryside
In spite of trouble’s test
Is a poem of morning tide
To man, supremely blessed

© Janet Martin

There's SO much we could potentially fret about...

 Be still before the Lord
    and wait patiently for him;
do not fret when people succeed in their ways,
    when they carry out their wicked schemes.
Refrain from anger and turn from wrath;
    do not fret—it leads only to evil.
For those who are evil will be destroyed,
    but those who hope in the Lord will inherit the land.
Psalm 37:7-9

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