Beneath God, Oh the Wonder of it All...

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