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Saturday, February 29, 2020

Where Hope Is...Not


Happy Leap-day!
Especially to those celebrating their birthdays today!



 "Come now, let us settle the matter," says the LORD.
 "Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; 
though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.
Isa.1:18

Pink flares and fades beyond plush grades of freshly fallen snow
Soon the whole sky is like a sigh of pastel overflow
The heath above earth’s pristine glove rouses a tender rhyme
Before the air becomes the stair the sun begins to climb
Where hope is not some routine jot tendered to to-do's chase
But God's abiding rod and staff; the autograph of grace

See how dawn’s glow ignites the snow; gold gilds white through and through
As mercy wields, o'er hills and fields, morn's olden orb anew
The showcase of faith, hope and love beams with Time’s practiced grin
The crepuscule of neb’lous wool withdrawn; Dawn wins again
Where hope is not Positive Thought derived by mortal breath
Hope is redemption; the exemption from eternal death

Then with the voice of earth rejoice and praise mankind’s Best Friend
No matter what, the love of God is faithful without end
The beauty we behold unfolds a glimpse of what hope grants
If we believe and then receive Mercy’s inheritance
Where hope is not circumstance-wrought, but purchased at great cost
For God so loved the world He gave His Son to save the lost

Pink flares and fades; care's escapades fuel what prayers become
For none of us can know the Thus ensconced in moment-sum
But we are clean as the pure sheen of freshly fallen snow
If we confess our sinfulness (for God’s word tells us so)
Where hope is not karma’s mascot that lucky stars achieve
Hope is the love that secures us the moment we believe

© Janet Martin






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