Something To Sing About

Because Your loving-kindness is better than life, My lips will praise You.

Ps.63:3

Imagine, I thought as the sun broke through night's hue in a blaze of glory, if God allowed our worry and care to color the world, oh, how doleful this earth would be... 

Upon this walk of life we meet

With strife and care, trouble and test

Embarking oft with heavy feet

To greet the weight of living’s quest

The weight of living’s quest could strip

The heart of all, save fear and doubt

How bitter-bent could be the lip

With nothing left to sing about

With nothing left to sing about

How cruel dawn to dusk would be

As if Nature folded its spout

And sealed the bud that clothes the tree

And stopped the mouths of bird and bloom

And snuffed the virgin shades of spring

Then earth would be a howling tomb

Each breath, a deathly suffering

…and in this deathly suffering

Would only stones praise God and shout

To He who tends our sorrowing  

And lends something to sing about?

Then, let us sing about God’s love

And never let complaint replace

His praise, though trouble spills its trove

This walk of life is by God’s grace

And though this walk of life may shod

Our feet with care, none are without

The loving-kindness of our God

Who grants something to sing about

© Janet Martin

Wishing you a wonder-full, worship-full Sunday!