Do We Hear Him?

Do we hear Him whisper in raindrops free-falling?

Do we hear His promise parting dormant deep?

As up from dawn’s ebony, ether horizon

Mercy and goodness in grace-fathoms sweep

Have we heard Him move in mute midnight’s vain groping?

Oh, have we listened to His tender tones

Soothing the silence where heartache and hoping

Shapes into prayer our raw, anguished groans?

Do we hear Him murmur in poplar-tree tresses

Or sigh in the sway of a willow at noon?

Oh, have we felt Him in sun-beam caresses

Brushing the chill from winter’s farewell swoon?

His power thunders from sprouts in a garden

His whisper rocks the foundations of earth

*Tetelestai seals our eternal pardon

Filling us with His love’s blood-purchased worth

Do we hear His utterance shatter fear’s dungeon

Or blot from the darkness despair’s troubled tear?

Soundless and boundless, I AM's declaration

Cradles the universe, oh, do we hear?

© Janet Martin

This morning I was constantly, calmly reminding Matthew that he needs to hurry because it’s almost bus-time. He continued to celebrate and cheer as he scanned the score-board. “Reimers had a shut-out. (Toronto Maple Leaf’s goalie) The blue-jays won!”

…a few minutes later, THE BUS! I keep reminding him that I mean what I say even when I am not using my ‘loud voice’.

The Truth abides whether shouted or whispered. Are we listening?

'Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.' John 14:6

*Greek for ‘It is finished’.