Thursday, January 23, 2014

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

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for the lovely & meaningful words Janet ~ Have a good weekend ~

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Thank-you for stopping by my porch! I hope you were blessed!