Monday, December 15, 2014

From This Where Moments Wrest...

Now lays He to the banks of earth
A Thing that none has known
And now we marvel at the birth
Of new hope from God’s throne 

Unfolding like a butterfly
Time's new-born beauty beams
Through the cocoon of midnight sky
It breaks in glory-streams 
The beck and call of yesterday
No one can return to
But oh, upon earth’s shoreline splays
A gift from God, brand new

See how He spreads across the sky
From raven deep, dawn’s gold
A morsel of thought’s by-and by
Now trembles in our hold

And all that we can ever plead
From This, where moments wrest
Is to pray God his love to lead
And then give Him our best

© Janet Martin

 Sing praises to the Lord, O you his saints,
    and give thanks to his holy name. 
 For his anger is but for a moment,
    and his favor is for a lifetime.
Weeping may tarry for the night,
    but joy comes with the morning.


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