Frames of Devotion

 In Him was life, and the life was the Light of men. The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it. John 1:4-5

Soft, soft rose blush gilds paling hush

Of morning gently breaking

Grace breathes its prayer upon the air

Where a new day is waking

Though we have marred and often scarred

That place where echo lingers

Time’s fringe-less fold does not withhold

Love’s offering from our fingers

But tenderly from ether sea

In fathoms freely spilling

Mercy extends and kindly lends

Fresh frames for our filling

As from earth’s brink whisper of pink

Expands in grand slow-motion

I pray that we return to Thee

Oh Lord, frames of devotion

© Janet Martin