Seasoned Promises...

 Don't you just LOVE the seasoned promises that pop in pink, plump peonies?!

Lord, give us eyes to see

Lest, sight-blind we forget

The Author of earth’s poetry

Is ever with us yet

This world of want and woe

Would weigh us with despair

But your kind grace whereby we go

Strews glimpses everywhere

Then, in this human race

As we press to yon Bar

Lord, give us eyes to see Your grace

Exactly where we are

…and fill our hearts with praise

And humble happiness

You crown our hurt and hope-filled days

With seasoned promises

© Janet Martin

“Never again will I curse the ground because of man, 

even though every inclination of his heart is evil from his youth. 

And never again will I destroy all living creatures as I have done. 

As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, 

cold and heat, 

summer and winter, 

day and night 

shall never cease.” 

Gen.8:21-22