Best to Come

 These pie crusts are a little like life...

a suggestion that the best is yet to come!

Happy Thanksgiving Dinner prep day!

(and don't forget to give to your local food bank!)

He binds the wounds of broken hearts

Sets captive sinners free

His loving kindness heals the parts

That only He can see

He bends the tree with harvest hymn

The treasure trove of earth

Is laden with the gifts that brim

From He who grants all birth

He tunes the tides that ebb and flow

From teeming shore to shore

And on the skies He paints a show

That no one can ignore

Darkness cannot usurp his Light

No one usurps His law

His handiwork startles our sight

With wonderment and awe

He authors purpose to each task

He loves us all the same

Nothing too great or small to ask

Of Him, in Jesus’ Name

He is the object of man’s hope

The Keeper of man’s days

He is the One who helps us cope

Worthy of utter praise

His mercy, who can count its ways

His ways our ways atone

Then lift to Him glad songs of praise

And make His glory known

For life is but a little mist

Its blessings a small sum

Where Time is but the test and twist

Before Love’s best to come

© Janet Martin

Side note: poetry inspiration while mixing pie-pastry is not a great combination...
makes for a lot of hand-washing.
I would peg out a stanza, go back to the pies and then another line or verse would hit!!