Only By The Grace Of God

The weight of want and woe can forego hope and trust, oh my

The rush and push of love and life can drain the dream-well dry

Time’s have and hold of growing old unravels gold and gray

While we depend on God to defend us with grace Today

The colors of the season spill at will; we pause and gape

With wonder at the way a year falls prey to past’s landscape

Where the best we can hope for in the rise and set of sun

Is grace of God to grant us what we need to carry on

The world groans in the throes of unabated consequence

The sky like heaven’s rose unfolds mercy and imminence

And it is not too late to try once more to do the right

Where only grace of God can fully fit us for the fight

The clock’s tock-talk of moments melds those moments into years

Its walk of life rife with detours and setbacks, strife and fears

The juxtapose of past and future hinges to Now’s gates   

Where only by the grace of God the rod of justice waits

© Janet Martin