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