The sky, like life...keeps changing. Above it all the changeless One abides.
Love is only four letters
Speaking everything
That ever matters
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The whole of life’s sorrow and joy are love
Either in its giving or lack thereof
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Words are a writer’s best friend and worst enemy.
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I could not bear to face this day
If God would turn His Love away
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The sun pulls itself above earth’s dark brink
Painting charcoal highways in burnished pink
We pull ourselves from slumber’s embrace
Treading hope’s offering of grace
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It is not whether I love you that counts…but how I love you.
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Dawn spills from wraps of gold and gray
How will we use Love’s gift today?
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All my longing and all my sighs
Are not hidden from your eyes
And even when skies are not blue
Teach me Lord, to worship you
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I cannot be thankless, yet trust
I cannot trust and remain thankless
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To live in fantasy is to die while breathing
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To live in fantasy is to die while breathing
© Janet Martin
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