As our minds turn Christmas-ward we are recalling the ice-storm of the week-end before Christmas last year! Though it made for some stunning nature-shots, we are hoping for a less slippery season this year;)
Beneath God, oh the Wonder of it all
See how the surf of seasons rises, falls
One to the next is sutured, seamless sweep
Where future, present, past flows deep to deep
Yet never wavers from our Father’s keep
Creation, cradled in the hands of love
Where moment-meted ages push and shove
Yet, cannot out-maneuver hope and grace
See how the morning spills from mercy’s face
To frame the work Love’s passion holds in space
Beneath God; holy wonder penetrates
These walls of flesh and blood; it saturates
Our lowly understanding where the air
Is vexed with thought’s excuses shaped in prayer
Yet not disdained by I AM’s tender care
Oh, who can God's full sum of wonder spell?
Or ever find an equal parallel?
The God of old is still our God; Amen
The Jesus that was born in Bethlehem
Is He who promised He will come again
Beneath God; yet cradled close to His breast
Ah, in this wonder our fears may rest
While surf of seasons, as they beck and call
Perplexes reason, on our knees we fall
As we but glimpse the wonder of it all
© Janet Martin
This past Sunday was the last Sunday of my Sunday School
teaching term. (Gr. 4&5) We learned about Genesis, The Fall, The Flood, the
stories of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob and Joseph. As we concluded the lesson we
discussed how each story is not some abstract happening for our entertainment but one generation linked to the next,
right up to Jesus being born in Bethlehem and right up to now that story is still being written!
These are the generations of the heavens and of the earth when they were created, in the day that the Lord God made the earth and the heavens, Gen.2:4
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