Showing posts with label Monday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Monday. Show all posts

Monday, January 25, 2021

Monday Morning Reveille



Up and at ‘em
Herd or scat ‘em 
Hug and hold ‘em 
Wash and fold ‘em 
Training, teaching, 
Praying, preaching 
Hurting, hoping 
Seeing, groping 
Running, crawling, 
Flying, falling 
Laughing, crying 
Cheering, sighing 
Dawdlin’, hastin’ 
Time’s a-wastin’ 


Left foot, right foot 
Slipper, work-boot 
Slow or faster 
Let love master 
Sort and tally 
Hill or valley 
Squat or lanky 
Kind or cranky 
Old or younger 
Let sheer wonder 
Thunder, rumble 
Tremble, tumble 
Never grumble 
But be humble 

Winning, losing 
Waking, snoozing 
Seizing, yearning 
Leading, learning 
Lend or borrow 
Joy or sorrow 
Seen or hidden 
Bossed or bidden 
Don’t be lazy 
But keep busy 
Ev’ry season 
Make the reason 
In life’s story 
For God’s glory 

© Janet Martin

For you were bought with a price. 
So glorify God in your body.
1 Cor.6:20

So, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, 
do all to the glory of God.
1 Cor.10:31

In the same way, let your light shine before others,
 so that they may see your good works 
and give glory to your Father who is in heaven.
Matt.5:16

For from him 
and through him 
and to him are all things. 
To him be glory forever. 
Amen.
Rom.11:36

Whoever speaks, as one who speaks oracles of God; 
whoever serves, as one who serves by the strength that God supplies—
in order that in everything God may be glorified through Jesus Christ. 
To him belong glory and dominion forever and ever. 
Amen.
1 Pet.4:11










Monday, January 11, 2021

Adagio Composers



Mondays, especially gray ones, especially during lockdowns
 can feel a bit heavy some weeks, 
but it takes the ebb and flow of high and low 
to compose Masterpiece Adagios.
We are still in the middle of what could will be
a Masterpiece, if we put our faith in the 
Forever Faultless, Faithful Keeper of fumbling 'composers'!

Where highs and lows compete 
With shores that disappear
Where Today spreads a music sheet 
Replete with Now and Here

Where love and longing spark 
A strange adagio 
Like waves that roll across the heart 
In soulful ebb and flow 

Where darksome, daily grind 
And laughter, silver-teal 
Will fill the bars soon left behind
With symphonies, surreal 

Where what we have and hold 
Is soon the wafting fray 
Of melodies that fill the old 
-en world of yesterday 

Where swift, soft moments splay 
Gilt lilt of high and low 
To compose with notes of today 
Morrow’s adagio 

© Janet Martin 




This morning's Daily Bread Devotion Bible Reading-

Psalm 121

I will lift up my eyes to the hills—
From whence comes my help?
2 My help comes from the Lord,
Who made heaven and earth.

3 He will not allow your foot to [a]be moved;
He who keeps you will not slumber.
4 Behold, He who keeps Israel
Shall neither slumber nor sleep.

5 The Lord is your [b]keeper;
The Lord is your shade at your right hand.
6 The sun shall not strike you by day,
Nor the moon by night.

7 The Lord shall [c]preserve you from all evil;
He shall preserve your soul.
8 The Lord shall preserve[d] your going out and your coming in
From this time forth, and even forevermore.




Monday, January 20, 2020

Anthem of Praise


 This 'song' sort of wrote itself as the Mete-r of Mercy Renewed
mesmerizes man once more...






Oh, thrill of hope’s favour as dawn rends yon shore
Where wonder is waiting to wow us once more
As Mercy, a treasure God’s love so decreed
Will grant us the measure of grace that we need

Oh, blessed assurance for all who believe
This race of endurance bids all to receive
The prize of the promise that none can annul
Salvation through Jesus; sin’s debt paid in full

Then do not despair in the care that must be
But rather prepare for the day that will be
While we, dream-prone dancers oft vexed by faith’s foe
Are emptied of answers to explain our woe

The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak
The sky is not spilling explanations we seek
Its blossom unfetters soft parchment of pink
In awesome love-letters, not written in ink

Then, oh, how hope quivers to witness day’s birth
Love rushes like rivers from heaven to earth
As Light fells the dark, ancient ways still amaze
Joy swells wonder’s spark into anthems of praise

© Janet Martin




Yesterday afternoon as wonder wowed words speechless I thought of this song...
How Beautiful Heaven must Be

...because the beauties of earth are but faint glimpses only
of what eye has not seen nor ear heard...

But as it is written: “Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, 
Nor have entered into the heart of man 
The things which God has prepared for those who love Him.”
1 Cor.2:9

Isaiah 65:17
For behold, I will create new heavens and a new earth. 
The former things will not be remembered, nor will they come to mind.
(So don't bother trying to keep a why-list to ask God;
you'll never remember them anymore!!😇)

James 1:12
Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, 
because when he has stood the test, 
he will receive the crown of life 
that God has promised to those who love Him.






Monday, June 24, 2019

Hard-fought Victory

But if thine eye be evil, thy whole body shall be full of darkness. 
If therefore the light that is in thee be darkness, 
how great is that darkness!
Matt.6:23


Sometimes Mondays feel like its 'back to the boxing ring', right?!
Punch, jab, kick, goes life... 
hard to be eager for what a new week holds if ill-equipped!


Life/love is full of hard-aches, some beyond our control and some Self-inflicted😒🙃

Hard to see the beauty if the charge of Duty blinds
Hard to feel Hope’s gladness if the weight of worry binds
Hard to hear the music over noise of greed or fear
Hard to smell the roses if we never pause, my dear

Hard, hard to be happy if we serve the lord of self
Hard to know the truth if God’s word sits upon a shelf
Hard to taste life’s sweetness yet harbor a bitter grudge
Hard to love our neighbour if first we decide to judge

Hard to walk in Light where Guilt looks for the dark to hide
Hard to truly love if heart of hearts is filled with pride
Hard to help the needy with hands full of miser’s blood
Hard to find peace in this wicked, old world without God

© Janet Martin


Monday, April 8, 2019

Monday Morning Mantra (for a week not met yet)


 This poem started in my head in the night 
when troubles I face and might face 
took my eyes off grace...
 
 "Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. 
The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak."
Matt.26:41



Better to pray than fret
Worry is worthless, dear
For steps and miles not taken yet
Better to trust than fear

Better to yield the weight
Of ‘what if’ to the One
Who flings ajar night’s starry gate
And ushers in the sun

Better to touch the hem
Of He who knows our need
Better to hold His hand, my friend
And let Him take the lead 

Better to bear the sweep
Of seasons by God's grace
Better to count blessings, not sheep
 Or troubles we might face

Better to bow the head
And sense Him in each breath
Better to break a crust of bread
Than gorge on feasts of death

Better to bear life's cares
Than to be vainly thrilled
Better bent knees than easy chairs
And selfish plans fulfilled

Better to breathe a prayer
Better to search His word
And cling to better comfort where
Love’s law is undeterred

© Janet Martin

Monday, March 18, 2019

Monday Morning Melody


 Wowsers, the way laundry can hatch in hampers, huh?!

Oh, count your Monday blessings as a week begins again
As mountains made of laundry lose their luster now and then
As plans are rearranged to fit with change’s stringent stride
And all we know for certain is that God is at our side

Oh, make a joyful noise unto the Giver of its gift
For all that time employs is soon a flivver set adrift
And all that we hold dear soon sparks the tear where echoes tug
As what we make of now and here is sealed in Bygone’s hug

Oh, sing a song unto the One who blesses us with life
And teaches us sweetness of joy through trouble’s test and strife
Then lift a hallelujah hymn with glad humility
Where Monday holds the door again for likes of you and me

© Janet Martin



Monday, November 12, 2018

Monday Morning Mantra...




It’s a new day
A new week
A new start
Time’s refresher-course
For the heart

Don’t let the baggage
Of yesterday
Drag us from making
The best of today

It’s a new day
A new week
A new start
Waiting to turn into
Yesterday’s art

Don’t let the sorrow
Of morrow's distress
Keep us from tasting
Today’s happiness

It’s a new day
A new week
A new start
Let’s make its moments
A work of heart

© Janet Martin