Blessed Assurance

Sometimes the ebb and flow of come and go and low and high

Where nothing is quite like it used to be in days gone by

Can make us long for joy and song where wars of wrong and right

Make pitfalls out of fortune and stumbling blocks out of sight

Until we flee to He whose law and love are undeterred

Securing us with calmness to the anchor of His word

Sometimes the sapphire awning of mid-morning in July

Is not enough and even love can drain our laughter dry

When second miles are long and hard and smiles dissolve in tears

And worldly explanations blab but cannot assuage fears

Until with hunger groaning for more than babble absurd

He quiets us with wonder in the fullness of His word

Sometimes the cruelty of tongue can steal ones breath away

With such an utter sadness that we don’t know what to say

The brokenness of humankind would lead to gross despair

Without hope’s ageless promises greater than loss or care

As we, with earnest yearning find the grace that leaves us stirred

And overcome with gladness at the pureness of His word

Sometimes the heart breaks, smarts and aches and takes more than hug-kiss

To heal the sorrows of the soul that touch of skin can miss

For we will always need more than the pomp and pride of boast

To fill the howling void that gapes within our uttermost

Where nothing will appease with peace until our will is spurred

To seek soul-saving comfort in the sureness of His word

© Janet Martin

 Sanctify them by the truth; your word is truth.

John 17:17