If it were simply poetry
The thought of God with you and me
How empty our hope would be
How futile our prayer
But ours is a God who keeps
His promises, and never sleeps
As faithful to our need, he heaps
His kind and loving care
If it were simply a cliché
That God is with us all the way
How vain would be the words we say
To comfort our fear
How shackled our wings would be
How black the way we cannot see
If it were simply poetry
And nothing more, my dear
© Janet Martin
We all lived among them at one time in the cravings of our flesh,
indulging its desires and thoughts.
Like the rest, we were by nature
children of wrath.
made us alive with Christ, even when we were dead in our trespasses.
It is by grace you have been saved!…
Eph.2:3-5
One of my favoutire phrases in the bible is; 'God, who is rich in mercy'
What a picture of love!
I shall make mention of the lovingkindnesses of the LORD, the praises of
the LORD, According to all that the LORD has granted us, And the great
goodness toward the house of Israel, Which He has granted them according
to His compassion And according to the abundance of His
lovingkindnesses.
Isa.63:7
Below are the words to one of my all-time favourite hymns!
written by William Cowper
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sov’reign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow’r.
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
Below are the words to one of my all-time favourite hymns!
written by William Cowper
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sov’reign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow’r.
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
It's been an age since I've visited. And how refreshing to be here. I have enjoyed and been lifted up by your post. I too love that phrase 'rich in mercy' ...
ReplyDeleteWishing you a beautiful day, Janet.
Brenda
xox
Hi Brenda, I totally understand the 'gap' in blog visits:) it's hard to keep up with everything isn't it?! I also don't like how the took the newest posts off the dashboard. Seeing them there often teased me into a quick visit!
Deleteoh!! and also, THANK-YOU for the visit and kind thoughts:)
DeleteSomeone is inspired! Thank you for sharing it with us.
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