Behold what manner of love the Father has bestowed on us,
that we should be called children of God!
1 John 3:1
We behold You where morning moors its ship on shores of blush and blue
Where circumstance is not by chance or love but for the
chosen few
You greet us on dawn’s beaming street with what some deem
a common nod
While all the while we’re witnessing the faithfulness of
You, oh God
The rise and fall of all we cherish tunes the heart to
treat Time well
How swift the gift of something new melts into mist where
morning fell
Aha, the law of nature does not change its pattern or its
pace
While all the while we’re witnessing the faithful lantern
of Your grace
We behold you where mercy shakes the starry deep and dims
the dark
New day unveils Hope’s awesome Door still open to Salvation’s
Ark
Where all who enter find redemption, saved from Hades
awful fate
While all the while we’re witnessing the holy agony of ‘wait’
…while you love to delight the eye with all that
faithfulness imparts
Where wonder wakens worship, even in hard, atheistic
hearts
Where Unbelief is still belief but in far less than faith
defends
While all the while we’re witnessing Your Providence that
grace extends
We behold You in whispered utterances veiled as
day-to-day
Behold, what manner of mercy always brushes the night
away
Behold, what bold and beautiful testaments bend the sky
and sod
While all the while we’re witnessing the faithfulness of
Father-God
© Janet Martin
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