Wednesday, April 3, 2013


How is it that You do not give
As You receive from us?
But gently You bestow Your best
As You impart Your love
In myriad deployment
Above, around, beneath,
Our mouths bulge with enjoyment
Of goodness you bequeath

How is it You do not withhold
As we withhold from You
But mercy spills from heaven-rills
As gentle as the dew
It sparkles where, heedless we rush
As You supply our need
We stuff our faces while we crush
Your whisper with our greed

How is it You do not despise
This thankless, wretched race?
You do not turn away your eyes
But still extend Your grace
Where we, in blind possession
Inhale, exhale Your love
As You make intercession
In kind visage from above

© Janet Martin

He does not treat us as our sins deserve or repay us according to our iniquities.
Ps. 103:10

Earlier this morning the ground was a dazzling sweep of frost-diamond splendor. Gorgeous! The dawn breathed blush pink before deepening into a rich coral prelude to glorious sunshine.


  1. Grateful for His grace, especially at this time of year.


  2. YES! May we never get enough, but hunger, hunger for His love!


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