Then, When Heaven is a River

 Not to us, LORD, not to us but to your name be the glory, because of your love and faithfulness.

Ps.115:1

When you come so fresh and

Beaming

From a place we cannot see

On a tide of moments

Streaming

Through our touch to history

It is easy to be

Humbled

By the goodness we embrace

Where, though often we have

Grumbled

God replies with patient Grace

When you draw from depths of

Kindness

That which justice would deny

When Good Morning ushers

Darkness

Softly from the stirring sky

Then, when heaven is a  

River

Pouring rubies to the air

We should bow and thank Time’s

Giver

For the blessing of His care

© Janet Martin