Grappling With Grandeur

Belief extols God’s excellence

Heaven and earth attest

As visage feasts on evidence

And wonders at the rest

The fount from whence today is drawn

Will not forever seep

Nor from its seeming fathoms spawn

New dawn to light the deep

This is the day the Lord has made

Its taper fills the skies

It wills response as accolade

And homage to its prize

For we have nothing more or less

God grants to all the same

This day of grace, His promises

For everyone to claim

When time’s moot moment-thirst is quenched

And fists unclench, what then?

This day is God's gift, mercy drenched

Before That Sure Amen

The worry of this groaning heath

Cannot, will not prevail

God is the sole soul-barer, Death,

Yon solemn heights will scale

The port from whence today is lent

Will someday seal its bars

As Last Breath lifts us past this tent

And its small splash of stars

Last Breath, Doom or Deliverer

With yea or nay we choose

When God both Taker and Giver

Lets Death collect His dues

 

© Janet Martin

 For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Romans 6:23

John 4:36
Already the reaper draws his wages and gathers a crop for eternal life, 

so that the sower and the reaper may rejoice together.