Mercy's Bequeathal

No matter how many we’ve soiled and stained

With love and its mistakes

No matter how little we have attained

When tide of twilight breaks

No matter how hard the fall or rise

Scarred with our ‘oops-es’ and ‘oh-mys’

God, in his tender-hearted way

Forgives the Past with a new day

No matter what lies behind, before

And all that it yet holds

Is like a gently-gaping door

To what future unfolds

No matter the fumble-stumble pain

God grants a ‘get-up-try-again’

Where Mercy has the final say

And answers with a brand new day

…then by the grace of He who grants

This prize on eastern skies

Before the evening shadow slants

Toward this ward's demise

Pray we with humble best attend

Mercy’s bequest of man’s best friend

Where yester-chase has passed away

And in its place, a brand new day

© Janet Martin

 Remember your mercy, O Lord, and your steadfast love,
    for they have been from of old. Remember not the sins of my youth or my transgressions;
    according to your steadfast love remember me,
    for the sake of your goodness, O Lord!

Ps.25:6-7