Seraphim Song

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