Mercy's Majesty

Mercy's Majesty rolled like a golden tide across the countryside this morning...

There is no common art where God holds the brush!

 It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, 

because his compassions fail not. 

 They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.

Lam.3:22-23

Dawn beams, akin to blushing bride

It streams across the countryside

And etches on dew-lavished lea

Sketches of Mercy’s majesty

The hour soon fills in its blanks

We pause and offer awe-struck thanks

For all that was, is and will be

Relies on Mercy’s majesty

Inhale, exhale, dawn’s diamond girth

Soon sheds Time’s elemental birth

Begetting what makes history

…off-spring of Mercy’s majesty

Darling, death wears many a form

The dust of days takes hearts by storm

Where we, on brinks of mystery

Depend on Mercy’s majesty

Mercy’s majesty will not fail

The Hand that holds and tips its grail

Never out-pours love’s boundless sea

…no shores for Mercy’s majesty

© Janet Martin