The noise of nature’s naught
Is stilled; rill, hill and fell
A whisper-woven cot
Where angel-legions fell
Now every post plays host
To spectators of awe
Earth never needs to boast
But revels ‘neath God’s law
…where spectral seraphim
Rallied without a sound
Til every sprig and limb
Was grace and glory crowned
© Janet Martin
"Come now, let us settle the matter," says the LORD.
"Though your sins
are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow;
though they are red as
crimson, they shall be like wool.
Isa.1:18
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