On This Transport...

On this transport from sod to sky

Well-springs of faith would oft run dry

But for His Well; oh praise the Lord

He fills parched shells with Living Word

We are a beaten, broken race

Doomed to destruction, but for grace

Oh, Lord, God, Keeper of the soul

You make the broken sinner whole

Across Time’s sorrow-stricken dirt

Our hearts and hands are scarred with hurt

Life’s grief would be hell’s first foretaste

But for the One who gives us grace

Temptation-prone and weak are we

But for the One who sets us free

On this transport from sod to sky

Love binds our brokenness; we fly

© Janet Martin

I woke with the first line coming to me as I looked at the sky…thinking, here we are, another day on this transport from sod to sky.

They are broken who mock the broken, hound the broken, chase the broken and feast on the broken…

oh, how it saddens me to see brokenness prey on brokenness! we ought only to pray for the broken because we are all broken somewhere!

I thank Thee that Thou hast answered me and hast become my salvation. Ps116:21

Not to us, oh Lord, not to us, but to Thy name give glory,

for the sake of thy steadfast love and thy faithfulness! Ps. 115:1