Holy Undertaking of Hope's High Call

Holy, holy, holy

The Hand that tunes the air

And stokes the night with morning light

Stirs humble hearts to prayer

Holy, holy, holy

The love that leads our way

Is changeless in Time’s ever-change

And stirs our hearts to pray

Holy, holy, holy

The Voice that shakes earth’s slope

Whispers within our heart of hearts

Assurances of hope

Holy, holy, holy

Is time’s highway of air

Where breath-by-breath we approach death

And Life beyond earth’s care

Holy, holy, holy

Our mercy-cradled dust

Swells with the faithfulness of He

Who stirs our hearts to trust

Holy, holy, holy
The grace by which we trod
Does not give us what we deserve
But leads us Home...to God

© Janet Martin

 All within me, Praise His Holy Name!
…He will not always strive with us, Nor will He keep His anger forever. He has not dealt with us according to our sins, Nor rewarded us according to our iniquities. For as high as the heavens are above the earth, So great is His loving-kindness toward those who fear Him.…Ps. 103:9-11

This is a portion of scripture that Jim Bauman (mentioned here last week) shared on Thanksgiving Day. He went Home to his Lord on Saturday night. We'll miss him and grieve with joy.