Do not begrudge the hour, love
That tests us with its pain
Methinks oft-times the best of songs
Are written in life’s rain
***
We cannot be the same again
When Death its sting imparts
For sorrow has no talisman
To heal our heart of hearts
Though time may render what it will
Death leaves a sacred hole
That no one else can ever fill
And tears alone console
(That’s the way it was
last night as tears mingled in sympathy for parents who are laying to rest son
# two. The first one died in a car-crash due to a heart-attack fourteen
years ago, the second died instantly in the middle of a conversation, from an
aneurysm)One son/brother remains.
***
Do not blame God for this world’s hurt
The consequence of sin
We are the ones who mar this dirt
And scar its perfection
Do not blame God,
Again, again, He fills the morning sky
His wellspring of mercy and love
Still, still has not run dry
Do not blame God for the payoff
Of mankind’s selfishness
Instead, fall on your knees, my love
And all thy sins confess
Do not blame God, humanity
Is Need, long as he lives
Yet need grants opportunity
To seek the Hand that gives
Do not blame God; for it is He
Who holds our Hope in place
And offers for each mortal plea
His kind, unfailing grace
***
We are modern-day pioneers
Time tenders to this broken sod
Unbrokenness of a new day
In mercy-autographs from God
***
We pass this way but once
And then, when this way ends
We come to understand the Why
Of all that His way sends
We pass this way but once
Not to, but through the grave
Pity the one, then ignorant
Of God, mighty to save
We pass this way but once
Oh pray, while grace remains
That we prepare for the Beyond
That only soul attains
© Janet Martin
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,
the Father of compassion
and the God of all comfort,
who comforts us in all our troubles,
so that we can comfort those in any trouble
with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.…
2 Cor.1:3-4
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,
the Father of compassion
and the God of all comfort,
who comforts us in all our troubles,
so that we can comfort those in any trouble
with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.…
2 Cor.1:3-4
So sorry to hear of your friends' bewildering loss. Thank you for pouring your honest thoughts into paper. it is so true that we cannot be the same again. And our choosing to receive or reject God's compassion upon our grief contributes to that never-sameness, either direction. At a cousin's memorial a couple years back, I was so comforted by one of her fellow teachers saying, "But why do we speak of MJ as if she is no more? She yet lives..." and he proceeded to so graciously weave the memories of my cousin with the fact of her living yet on the other side of eternity - our sorrow sometimes shadows this truth and the hope we have in Christ; it was good to be reminded, and again with your writings today. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank-you Cyndy, for your thoughts. yes, no matter how much sorrow, pain, loss...more God! Such comforting words, "But why do we speak of MJ as if she is no more? She yet lives" Pray we are all ready to meet God when our time comes so we may claim the eternal promise,'she yet lives!'.
ReplyDelete(There is a wrenching agony of agonies when we picture souls meeting/reckoning with God for the first time!)