In Case We Forget...

…who whets the west with setting sun

Then lets it back to day begun

Who forges gorgeous heaven-hues

From nothing more than airbrushed blues

Who glisters winter’s dormant bow’rs

And tempers mercy’s rod with flow’rs

Who woos from woodland, vesper-hymn

And renews weary worlds with spring

Who wills the way whereby we live

And fills the tray whereby we give

Who plants this place with joy and woe

And grants His grace whereby we go

Lest we forget such loving care

We should greet each new day with prayer

© Janet Martin