Not Merely Moments

The clock strikes one, then two, now three

Another hour charms

This season slipping soundlessly

Through living’s outstretched arms

And no one tolls a warning bell

And no one pulls a cord

Imploring us to prepare for

That Great Day of the Lord

His faithfulness ignites dawn-sky

As on Time’s transient sod

We rally to embrace from high

Hope’s masterpiece from God

Upon its canvas, toil and spoil

Plants Passion’s sure reward

As we approach within its moil

That Great Day of the Lord

We prepare for the evening meal

For labor and for play

As Mercy from Time’s moment-wheel

Grants us another day

But these are not mere moment-chants

Of heaven’s grace out-poured

These moment-stepping stone lead to

That Great Day of the Lord

© Janet Martin

 And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions:
 And also upon the servants and upon the handmaids in those days will I pour out my spirit.
 And I will shew wonders in the heavens and in the earth, blood, and fire, and pillars of smoke.
The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and terrible day of the Lord come.  And it shall come to pass, that whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be delivered: for in mount Zion and in Jerusalem shall be deliverance, as the Lord hath said, and in the remnant whom the Lord shall call. Joel 2: 28-32