When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers...
the work of your fingers...
...what is mankind that you are mindful of them,
human beings that you care for them?
human beings that you care for them?
Two little girlies and I watched the sky wake up (and we thought this first collage was The Show!
...but NO! that was just the prelude!
Do you ever wonder how He does it again and again and again?!
...and apparently we've seen nuthin' yet! (click link)
Where the world fell ‘round our ankles in plush puddles
dark with dusk
Now the halo of dawn’s awning plays host to ten thousand
dreams
Where we wore the weary whispers of toil’s elemental husk
We wake now to gorgeous gushing of daybreak’s unblemished
streams
Where we always yearn and hunger where hope dwarfs the
steadfast sky
And where loveliness is always unfolding ways to amaze
Where we learn to linger longer where time is a butterfly
And where no one is above the fist-a-cuff of hard-trust
days
Where we seek to find the good where evil tries to thwart
and win
Where the heroes of this world are oft disguised as ‘common
folk’
Never boasting of the battles won on grounds beneath
their skin
As they press toward the prize for the High Call, in
servant’s cloak
Where the holy Whole of Faith no one can fathom, full of
holes
Where waves of heartache roll and troubles vex the Creature’s
plan
Where the promises of God, the humble follower consoles
Leaving brokenness astonished with Dave’s age-old ‘what is man?!’
Where we’re all in this together and no one gets out
alive
Where a smile can pass on happiness in a world full of
woe
Where everyone needs someone and where everyone should
strive
Just to be a friend indeed for tis by God’s grace we all
go
© Janet Martin
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