Showing posts with label abortion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label abortion. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 2, 2021

Because Of The Lord's Mercies...(You and I were Not Aborted)


When we think of the millions and millions of unborn babies
killed and sucked from what should be their safest haven; their mother's womb SURELY,
"It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not all consumed, why?
 because his compassions fail not..."
Because of the Lord's mercies every single one of us was conceived in a womb 
where our mothers chose life!

Have we prayed, spoken out in the defense of the unborn?!
How are we helping our most helpless?!!


Here is the link to the video that partly inspired this poem



Because of His mercies our breath is stolen by wonder,
hearts leap with joy and break with love,
We get to choose...what we want to eat for breakfast,
what we will wear, what we say;
'Look at the gorgeous sunrise,
Wow, you like nice today!'

Because of the Lord mercies here I am and here are you...
Man may take life but only God gives it!
What an awesome charge and privilege then, this life is;
What an account we will owe.

Because of our Good Lord’s kind mercies, we are not consumed 
Because his compassions fail not, faith is not void or doomed 
Because his promises are sure, enduring to the end 
We have above all else a true and everlasting friend 

Because of His kind mercies flowers bloom and morning breaks 
Each winter wends its weathered way to summer’s sparkling lakes 
Babies still make us meek and kinder, puppies make us grin 
And Hope is like a sky wide window letting sunlight in 

And love, though scarred with life’s hard knocks and rocks flung from word-gates 
Still suffers long and returns good though hate retaliates 
And we wake up with strength renewed according to His will 
And though we do not always thank Him He blesses us still 

And does not hold against all the judgements we deserve 
Because of His compassion grace extends Time’s vim and verve 
And composes a hymn of praise from stones when we do not 
The brook still brims with babble-song by nature’s Maestro taught 

And little lambs still leap in spring and longing still inspires 
A little girl with her grandma still kindles joy’s home-fires 
A book-nook and a cup of tea, a young lad with his dad 
Are mementos of His mercy that make us humbly glad 

Because His compassions fail not; they are new every morn 
We might have second bites of bread and butter for our corn 
We might have friends drop by or be the friend that says ‘hello’ 
And be blessed with dear Holds we find quite painful to let go 

Where seasons leave their footprints in the garden of the heart 
And wonder weaves a tapestry from God’s master-pieced art 
Where sorrow is not without joy, because of Mercy’s Stay 
And morrow is not without hope, for Mercy leads the way 

Because of our Good Lord’s kind mercies, we are not consumed 
But without faith in He who IS our little life is doomed 
Because His promises are sure, His compassion is just 
He holds ajar Salvation’s door and beckons us to trust 

© Janet Martin

So, so much brokenness, the result of sin:
where we have not heeded the whole duty of man...
Eccles.12:13
Now all has been heard; here is the conclusion of the matter: 
Fear God and keep his commandments, 
for this is the duty of all mankind.

Deuteronomy 6:2
so that you and your children and grandchildren may fear the LORD your God
 all the days of your lives by keeping all His statutes and commandments that I give you, 
and so that your days may be prolonged.


He has shown you, O man, what is good. 
And what does the LORD require of you but to act justly, 
to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God?

Saturday, February 23, 2019

...And then, With Something Soft and Fierce


There is nothing darker than the window of the soul without hope
There is nothing brighter than the window of the soul where hope streams through the dark

many of us feel helplessly sickened as we hear the cold awful truths about abortion...
where hope is looking in all the wrong places and resorts to the hands of killers
who somehow see themselves as hope!


...no soft newborn baby-faces to kiss because life's reality looks hopeless without God!
Our family is gearing up for more newborn baby kisses in a month...(Lord willing!)
and the idea of killing a baby at this stage of pregnancy 
simply sickens me to the utter core of existence!
(I saw a video last night where this was the case😢)

(we all feel like this sometimes, don't we? after we've tried and tried to stay on our feet
.... But life is a sheet of ice!)
and as I loved and laughed yesterday...

.... I couldn't help but think of the millions of babies 
who fly straight to the Arms of their Maker beneath the hands of human monsters
which we all potentially are before Love's/salvation's transformation takes place and hope has a goal!

Hebrews 6:18
Thus by two unchangeable things in which it is impossible for God to lie, 
we who have fled to take hold of the hope set before us may be strongly encouraged.

2 Timothy 2:13
if we are faithless, He remains faithful, for He cannot deny Himself.

…and then with something soft and fierce and stronger than mere touch
The wick within the warrior’s chest is quickened with a flame
That withstands The Impossible of what is seen and such
As hope restores its fire through the One from whence we came

For nothing is Impossible with He who rules the World
In spite of scoffing ridicule by those who do not choose
To trust love’s just Rewarder who, recorded in His Word
Does not forget His promises or alter ordained dues

Holy the hope that heeds more than man’s maimed advocacy
And clings to cords not severed yet while lords of evil gloat
Unshakeable, unbreakable, the Law and love of He
Who has triumphed and yet waits while hope keeps Time’s ship afloat

Do not despair for hope beams brightest in the darkest place
Ignorance with most macho boast cannot Hope’s halo dim
Abortionists and atheists cannot slaughter God’s grace
Inhale, exhale, life pulses with the Very Proof of Him

Man, though he snuffs the breath of life cannot conquer the soul
No man can author birth for God alone wills life to be
And death, the equalizer of the flesh is but the toll
Where Hope of Heaven, dread of hell becomes Reality

then, Hope is nothing more than cold ash after fires flamed
Its grand mission accomplished as the heart of man is stilled
When some will see too late the awful fate of Hope unclaimed
And some will thrill as Hope in all its glory is fulfilled

© Janet Martin