Life-journey Sonnet

This load of mortal care that we must bear

Would press us hard into the ruthless dirt

And there would be no comfort for our hurt

Or healing for the wounds we suffer here

But for a Touch, if we would pause to see

It’s loving grace, from knowing nail-scarred Hands

To carry us through storm or sinking sands

As we long for immortal victory

And oh, we could not rise to meet the day

Or face the onslaught of hope’s brazen foe

But for arms of One who shows the Way

Because He IS and by this grace we go

For He who wept blood-tears sin’s debt to pay

Has suffered more than we can ever know

…and so we rise, not on the emptiness

Of merit won by failure’s fleeting worth

For we are creatures of a second birth

If we have touched His robe of righteousness

By His stripes we are healed; if we believe

Then we know that this fight is not in vain

And though we bear our lot of promised pain

And though through sorrow’s seasons we must grieve

There is a crown of joy waiting with He

Who wore a crown of thorns pressed on His head

And oh, there is redemption full and free

In rivers of Creator-God blood shed

As He offered Himself on Calvary

And for the hope of wretched sinners bled

God is not mocked; we dare not spurn His Gift

Or blame Him for the burdens we must bear

For He has gone fair mansions to prepare

For those who will endure; this mortal rift

Twixt earth and sky in one wink will dissolve

The vapor of its temporal constraint

Will dissipate and nevermore will taint

The laughter of breath-eons that evolve

Where moments are not counted into years

Or hours portioned into day and night

In Heaven earth’s familiar disappears

And faith at last will become glorious sight

Unmarred by foolish fantasy or fears

We touch the hem of Everlasting Light

© Janet Martin

 Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Gal. 6:9

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