For Faithful Mercy Praise

 Psalm 40:5
Many, O LORD my God, are the wonders which You have done, 

And Your thoughts toward us; 

There is none to compare with You. 

If I would declare and speak of them, 

They would be too numerous to count.

 ...at first Grandson was not at all sure about the 'playpen' Grandma plunked him into while we finished blanching beans for his mommy's freezer...

But, after a moment or two of contemplating he seemed quite satisfied!(sorry the grin-shot blurred:(

oops, I forgot! This post was inspired by the breathy wisps of lavender birthing new day;-)

Benevolence of mercy’s constancy

Trails in a veil of lavender and pink

It drapes its ether shroud across earth’s lea

And draws our waking gaze to eastward brink

As we consider He whose might and grace

Are justice and redemption intertwined

He guards and quakes the cage where human race

Is privy to wonders, each God-designed

Whether of branch etched stark against near dark

Or buoyant with breeze-breathy seraphim

Whether of rivers carved into the rock

Or pretty petal-plumes detailed by Him

Nothing of human heart can fully hold

The magnitude of splendor such as this

The hemline of a robe purple and gold

Falls tender, from a star-enflamed abyss

To touch the eye with wild pleasure, ah, we

Will never tire of God’s handiwork

Time’s rampart groans with quiet majesty

Where angels tread and trembling demons lurk

We are engulfed, in spite of evil’s host

With Mercy’s unequivocal defense

For rebels This bestowed Love’s uttermost

And always supersedes man’s arrogance 

Or else we could not leap for humble joy

Doomed by the awful end that we deserve

How bittersweet Creation’s grand decoy

Would be; but Mercy tunes this earthy verve

Then, when ‘neath leaf-thatched blue we idly pause

To revel in a pool of cool respite

Pray, we lift high a heart of praise because

We walk in Mercy’s everlasting sight

For He does not forget this fretting clan

Who has nothing to boast save utter need

And its dependence on a Higher Hand

From whence Love’s floods of mercy intercede

He flowers careworn hours; scrawls a brook

Beneath half-moon pinned to twilight’s lapel

Mercy metes morning; everywhere we look

It shouts, thus man may whisper ‘it is well’

...and walk with confidence of heart and mind

Without need to cower in guilt, afraid

Of harsh tongue-lashings; God's mercy is kind

To we, fearfully, wonderfully made

Thus, forfeit not true hope for lawless gain

Then put away the old man for the new

The evidence of  Mercy makes it plain

Great God of love is God of judgement too

© Janet Martin

 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; 

your works are wonderful, 

I know that full well.

Psalm 139:14

 The wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all the godlessness and wickedness of men who suppress the truth by their wickedness. 

For what may be known about God is plain to them, because God has made it plain to them. 

For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood from His workmanship, so that men are without excuse. 

Romans 1:18-20 

 

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