Tuesday, December 23, 2014


Dawn threads through wooden harps
And spreads its music sheets
Across the dark where grace imparts
New anthems to Time’s streets

From Heaven’s breath-veiled Gate
New mercies God bestows
Then let His praises saturate
Our wanting, wishing woes

Behold, in robes of gold
Or folds of grays and blues
New orchestral madrigals roll
To ancient avenues

And we of mortal choir
Are behooved to agree
That none but God can tune earth’s sod
With newness faithfully

© Janet Martin

So, after being on the phone for quite a while with a very patient tech-support worker walking me through resetting things we hopefully have found the solution to the internet-connectivity problems we had...

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