In life’s seasons cold and dismal beauty does not change
its ways
Hope still bridges hurt abysmal, dawn still brims with
Mercy’s gaze
Love still keeps redemption’s promise, (nothing dis-annuls
God’s Word )
In the middle of life’s winter spring is waiting
undeterred
In the middle of the muddle that can vex the well-laid
plan
When the ways of God befuddle the determined ways of man
Love still stands amidst the rubble like hope’s gonfalon unfurled
God is bigger than the trouble that torments this broken
world
When the weight of woe would crush us but for grace that
sets us free
When the ache of longing rushes like a river to the sea
Love still grants the Perfect Reason to let our spirits
soar
For love gives to every season so much to be thankful for
© Janet Martin
How good it is to sing praises to our God,
how pleasant and fitting to praise him!
how pleasant and fitting to praise him!
Psalm 147:1
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