Where Majesty Prevails (what a Wonder-full way to start a new week!)

 The LORD'S lovingkindnesses indeed never cease, 

For His compassions never fail.

They are new every morning; 

Great is Your faithfulness. 

"The LORD is my portion," says my soul, 

"Therefore I have hope in Him."…

Lam.3:22-24 

(sometimes it is highly-intimidating to try to put words after such Holy Works, but it is intended purely as out-pouring of praise to the Provider of Perfect Poetry)

Heaven is tossed with low barred clouds

They stretch like piers into a flaming sea

The hemming dark is lost; its shroud

Dissolves in redemption where Majesty

Shakes out the night with Evidence

Of Faithfulness. We bow beneath, agape

On shorelines of Deliverance

As Mercy metes morning in crimson cape

The Author of time’s ownership

Astounds, confounds us where the old is new

Though its newness is but a blip

Before it bears our marks of error too

God’s grace is like a galleon

Midst mayhem's gloom its mast, cross-shaped prevails

Through passageways, oft alien

Hope’s sorrow-scarred Battalion still sails

Heaven is absolved of starred sweep

Its fathoms leap, afire with molten mist

Above marauders of Love’s keep

God rends Time’s reserves, orange, amethyst

Pours from the place where grace commands

This granted glimpse of Heaven’s Greater Prize

It waits in mercy’s nail-scarred Hands

While we press to the Painter of the skies

© Janet Martin