Thursday Thoughts...on Friday

To labor is sweet and its task no rod

When done through, by and for

Our God

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May thankfulness not be to me

Something to munch upon

Lest I stop singing joyfully

When the last crumb is gone

But may it be a humble song

In all that life imparts

May praise be more than words of tongue

But measures of the heart

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Blow, little breeze, though the birds are all gone

And morning is starched silencing

Winter, in all its white bliss will move on

Bird-song will return in the spring

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My daughter likes to tell me

In her wisest, weary tone

Not everything in life composes

Parable or poem

Someday, I pray she’ll ponder

An echo from her past

And realize that poetry

Spins every stitch we cast

And Providence will use

Life’s meekest, ordinary things

To weave lessons Eternal

With Time’s temporary strings

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The pulsing heart, the warmth of flesh

Is one half-breath

From present-death

Then we will see The Great Unseen

There is no ‘somewhere in-between’

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The utter silence of the night

Should render not a thing to hear

But longing has an appetite

And silence has a hungry ear

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There’s something ‘bout the gentle glow

Of midnight moonlight on the snow  

It seemed to me the way it shone

That Heaven left its porch-light on

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Oh, sweet and blessed truth

When all my storms are braved

He will not judge me by my guilt

It is by grace I’m saved

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Do not stand idle long

But just to hear the song

Of Nature’s praise and Heaven’s grace

Do not stand idle long

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I must go

The night has bent

Tomorrow to today

And soon the little night that’s left

Will softly melt away

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Thursday Thoughts landed on Friday, it seems

Goodnight and sweet dreams…

Janet~