Tuesday, April 4, 2017

For All We Cannot See

  PAD Challenge day 4 (two-for-Tuesday)

Write a beginning poem. And, of course, when something begins, it often signals something else ending. Soooo, the other prompt is to…
Write an ending poem. Poem about something ending.

Sometimes we try to fix our eyes only on what we see
The Prize, my love, is not unveiled until eternity

So while we cope and grope and hope, what blessed assurance this;
Our faithful God does not forget; He keeps His promises

Time; but the chime and mime of clocks; a grace-lent madrigal
Its end is the Beginning of what matters most of all

We cannot find true peace of mind until our will is bowed
To God, forgiver of our sins; but He resists the proud

Sometimes we try to fix our eyes and sighs on what we see

His love, oh, not his judgement, is salvation for mankind

This life begins in full, my love, when first we are set free
To trust our faithful God above for all we cannot see

© Janet Martin

 Therefore, with minds that are alert and fully sober, set your hope on the grace to be brought to you when Jesus Christ is revealed at his coming.

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