Friday, May 4, 2012

His Embrace

A soft May dawn rises to brush
The thunder-cloud awry
Its gold and silver-misted hush
Drapes low against earth’s sigh
And from the throat of bird and breeze
Glad anthems tune the air
Their free, unhindered praises please
The One who placed them there

Lord, tune the measure of my praise
To flow without restraint
Forgive me for my errant gaze
And vain, foolish complaint
Nature in grand perfection blooms
Submissive to your will
As flowers leap from earthen tombs
And leaf to wooded rill

A soft May dawn rises to brush
The past into the mist
His mercy stirs the unmarred hush
Of heaven’s gracious gift
Into my out-stretched palm He pours
Another day of grace
Let me desire nothing more
Than His present embrace

© Janet Martin

 May the words of my mouth 
and the meditation of my heart 
be pleasing in your sight, 
O LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.
Ps. 19:14


  1. Oh Janet this is one of the most beautiful poems I have ever read! I new favorite for me of yours!!!

  2. Oh Carrie, I thank you for this(())
    God bless~


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