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Friday, March 30, 2012

Gift of Infinite Compassion

Armed with the valor of new hope
Dawn sweeps the stringent sky
Outlining limb and darkened slope
‘gainst heaven’s waking eye
It spreads in victory certain
Up to the vaulted blue
And rends the heavy curtain
And bids the night adieu

As surely as God’s keeping
As surely as His word
As sure as every season
The pulse of life is stirred
To wake above, new morning
To nudge beneath, the seeds
As spring-time’s grand adorning
Its awesome Maker heeds

Armed with the surety of God’s care
We view this virgin day
Breaking across the atmosphere
In dawn’s perfect array
As we, earth’s vilest creature
Touch Mercy’s unmarred face
Trusting fair nature's Teacher
And God’s amazing grace

© Janet Martin

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

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