Reconciling Our Differences...

Over and over Motherhood and 'mortal-hood'

 tests our willingness to let go and let God...

Ah, love of God, so oft misunderstood

Thy rod seems harsh that works for mortal good

Beneath the weight of hope and hunger’s ways

Thy word abides to guide us all our days

Where He who bled and died upon a cross

Will test our pride to burn away the dross

To see if what we boast is but a sham

Or meek and honest trust in Thee; I AM

Beneath the cares that pain this human grail

Thy loving kindness will not wane or fail

But heals the hurts of love’s great agonies

Thy grace sufficient for the least of these

Where forgiveness that we could never earn

Lends joy to all that we are called to learn

You draw us from conceit’s suave trickery

And fill the heart with awe’s humility

Thy evidence only a fool denies

Thy Providence ministers and supplies

Thy ways exasperate man’s come and go

Thy truth and mercy none can overthrow

Thy gaze restores our faith, rebukes our fears

Thy promises and loving kindness cheers

Thy blood delivers us from debt we owe

Thy love, the gifted grace whereby we go

Ah, love of God, so oft misunderstood

Ah, vexing rod that works for mortal good

Beneath the height of hope and hunger’s need

Thy word abides to guide and intercede

Where He who paid sin’s debt upon a cross

Will sweeten heaven’s gain with earthly loss

To see if our worship is a sham

Or sacred gratitude to Thee; I AM

© Janet Martin