Immutably

We are the workmanship of He

Who loves mankind immutably

The work that He prepared us for

Is brimming from dawn’s beaming door

Where set among the blooms of June

And heavens hung with bluest noon

We never know what waits to be

From He who loves immutably

And fills the way we are with worth

Then calls us ‘the salt of the earth’

Where this calling of High Esteem

Demands of us more than daydream

Though we should all take time to look

Into a silver-spangled brook

And bow beneath the hierarchy

Of He who lavishes the tree

And stirs the dark with ruddy bow’r

And probes the bud to leaf and flow’r

Arranging on favors of morn

The highs and lows of rose and thorn

Good-byes, hellos, laughter and tear

Soft-meld to make a life, my dear

But never out of reach of He

Who loves us all immutably

© Janet Martin

So much sorrow,

So much sickness

So much we will never know

Still the favor

Of God's kindness

Lends the grace whereby we go

So much longing

So much looking

For the peace not of this world

So much mercy

Overflowing

From the jars of dawn unfurled!

So much reason to reach for God's Hand where the sands of new day brim

Then, no matter what is waiting He will keep us close to Him