Thursday Thoughts on Choice and Circumstance...

We cannot always choose the hues

Of living’s tapestry

But it is up to us to use

Each color carefully

The high and low of joy and woe

We often must admit

Is not so much the status quo

As what we make of it

Each gifted day soon fades away

The gold and gray thereof

When woven through our do and say

Proves who and what we love

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We ought not to fret when what we get

Is not what choice decreed

God will provide, not for our pride

But for our humble need

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The more we get of what we want

The more we soon forget

The One we ought to depend on

No matter what life’s Let

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Most oft the thing we would not choose

Becomes the medium that proves

In our response to circumstance

If we believe in God or chance

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Our choice to circumstance will shape

The scenes in memory’s landscape

Then help us Lord, in every quest

To remember where choice will rest

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Time is of the essence

An essence none can see

Save in the constant presence

Where choice shapes history

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When temptation would turn our eyes

From wisdom and discretion’s prize

Lord, as we contemplate its choice

Help us to heed Your still, small Voice

Lest, alas, we look back too late

As consequence swings wide its gate

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Be careful what you do

Be careful what you say

To see this conquest through

Be prayerful every day

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Joy, a kin to sorrow

Sorrow, kin to joy

One without the other cannot be, 

Dear girl and boy 

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We can choose to love

But to be loved

We cannot force

Love unreturned

Is possible

Only through love’s Source

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Not matter what this day may bring

Or where upon its way we trod

Our choices are the offering

That at day’s end, we bring to God

© Janet Martin