A Sunday Morning Poem For a Monday to Saturday Life...

 

 

Oh Lord, God of the universe

Thou Artist of earth, sky and sea

Thou Author of mercy and love

Thou, Father of humanity

Oh Lord, Thou everlasting God

Supreme before Time’s charted span

From Genesis to Present This

Thou sees the heart of every man

…and like a Mother Hen with chicks

How oft You long to gather in

This bobbing brood of ‘would-and-should’

Beneath The Safeguard of Thy wing

Oh Lord, God of unfailing grace

Through all that was and yet will be

Your love exceeds man’s greatest needs

Is anything too hard for thee?

Oh Lord, Creator of the world

And all therein, beneath, above

Birds of the air, each creature care

Are at the mercy of Thy love

Oh Lord, Divine Omnipotence

Ah, who of man can know Thy ways?

Where faith alone can reach thy throne

To move the heart of stone to praise

© Janet Martin

O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thou that killest the prophets, and stonest them which are sent unto thee, how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not!

Matt.23:37