Only God/Love

In the Court of Thought

do you sometimes feel like shouting,

'Order in the house, please!'

That's when hopefully

Humble Prayer rises up

and orders Thought

to 'be still and know 

that He is God/love'!

 (Ps.46:10)

What a power-house for good or evil every single one of us

 carries on our shoulders, right?!

Around a table full of people

there is always so much more than

meets the eye...

so much more than

Sunday-night supper at Gramma's House...

Some after-homemade-pizza and carrot cake-reflection/digestion😋😊

As we shed innocence, we all struggle at times with that hidden world of thought!

Here's hoping, nay, here's praying we do not try to order thought's steps on our own!

Thought can be a darksome dungeon wrought with dangers in disguise 

Carving warpaths through assumption with the razor-edge of sighs 

Mercy meets us in the moment if we reach beyond the noose 

That inflicts its guarded torment and that only God/love can loose 

Thought can rage, a cage of demons bent on carnage of good cheer 

Who knows what can brim unbidden, havoc hidden in a tear 

Consequence’s score is settled on a stage none can outsmart 

Only God/love can melt the mettle of a cold and bitter heart 

Thought can threaten course of action it ought not to contemplate 

Only God/love can break the pattern wrought by thoughts of spite and hate 

Lest stones heaped for easy access in a quick slip of the tongue 

Hones a hotbed of responses often rude and rashly flung 

Thought can set a deadly snare and snuff the flame the love would fan

Who can bear for long the brute that shakes its fist at fellowman

Hosting a cruel slew of reasons for vengeance to vindicate

Only God/love is fully qualified to set the record straight

Thought can be a harsh task master, sarcastic, heartless and mean 

Authoring certain disaster without God/love to intervene 

Thought alone can never conquer what thought ought not to resound

Only God/love can overcome the foe that rushes Holy Ground

Thought can rise on wings of worship from the belly of despair 

Turn discouragement to courage as hope’s feathers beat the air 

Not by sudden surge of honor as noble logic gives chase 

But by God/love alone who offers and authors goodness and grace

© Janet Martin 

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, 

whatsoever things are honest, 

whatsoever things are just, 

whatsoever things are pure, 

whatsoever things are lovely, 

whatsoever things are of good report; 

if there be any virtue, 

and if there be any praise, 

think on these things.

Phil.4:8

For the word of God is living and powerful, 

and sharper than any two-edged sword, 

piercing even to the division of soul and spirit, 

and of joints and marrow, 

and is a discerner of the thoughts 

and intents of the heart.

Heb.4:12