Once Again

May we never grow weary of praising You, God

Your mercy unveils the dark hills

And over the glimmering, glistening sod

Your Majesty patiently spills

A clean cup of moments to have and to hold

In spite of fumbling evidence

Gently, from fathoms of love You unfold

Compassion’s tender recompense

Failure’s despair and discouragement’s doubt

Duel; a barbaric force

Still, moments pour from Time’s ethereal spout

In merciful, patient discourse

Hope and forgiveness transcends our worst

Heaven defends with Your best

We should be downcast; pitifully cursed

Instead we are graciously blessed

May we fill our mouths with Your praise; not complaint

For oh, how Your compassion pours

Over the Darkness with pure unrestraint

Like morning across night’s veiled shores

God, You are faithful and will not forsake

Us, though we are foolish and vain

Your grace and forgiveness in mercy-beams break

In newness of hope once again

© Janet Martin

This was not my best week-end; and it had nothing to do with the rainy weather or changes in plans. It had to do with words I spoke and the tone I spoke them in. They cannot be taken back... and we hurt those most that we love best! and this morning it felt like a brick pressed. hard. on my chest as I rose to face a new week. 

As I paused to watch the sun rise Hope whispered to Me...Once. Again. He gives a new day of Grace and I see Grace uttering those words 'it is finished' and Love forgives so we say I'm sorry and drink from His cup of Mercy...'oh, wretched man that I am, who will deliver me from this body of death? I thank God, through Jesus Christ our Lord!