Mercy's Door

Above our heads sky-glory spreads

And we can never comprehend

The height and depth and breadth of it

Like God’s great love which has no end

Cradle of moon and stars and sun

Canvas of morning, noon and night

We imitate but cannot paint

The fullness of its dark and light

Above its fathoms hangs a door

From it a loving Savior knocks

Upon our heart; His voice implores

Lest we wait past the tick of clocks

Above our heads His goodness weeps

In grace unmeasured and unbound

Oh, how He longs that we should seek

While grace and pardon may be found

Heaven’s free offering, an ark

Beckoning from Time’s transient shore

Ah, pity he who pounds the dark

After God closes Mercy’s Door

© Janet Martin

Time is like a gracious ark

God's mercy is its door

Heed the invitation 'come'

...soon time will be no more!