How can our praise remain
A brief, un-uttered thought?
As images of passion brim
In shades that Heaven wrought
We pass this way but once
A sun and shadow flight
Where images of love entrance
Our vision with His might
The earth, beneath His care
Spills seasons on the land
As stunning images declare
The wonders of His hand
How can our song be still
In brief, anemic gaze
As sky and sea, as field and hill
Burst forth in nature’s praise?
Dare we to remain dumb
While stones and mountains swell
With images of wordless song
Mere men can never quell?
Oh, may our hearts and lips
Pour forth in word and deed
Pure images of thankfulness
As He sustains our need…
…and may our songs of praise
Never dare to be still
As images of hope and grace
Adorn earth’s mortal rill
© Janet Martin
“I tell you,” he replied, “if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.” Luke 19:40
Holy, Holy, Holy
Holy, Holy, Holy
Absolutely glorious photos. Spectacularly beautiful. And your poem is a psalm of praise for "the wonders of His hand". Loved every line of this, and every beautiful image.
ReplyDeleteSherry,
ReplyDeleteYour beautiful words touch my heart with love and encouragement today. Thank-you so much!