Whatever the scale of the losses we suffer
may it be the means to opening our eyes/faith to what/Who remains!
When what we had is taken it may make us feel bereft
Or cause us to awaken to how much we still have left
Matters of fact seem harsh sometimes in worlds subject to
change
We grapple with what dawn unwinds and twilight will
estrange
When what we had is taken we begin to realize
That until faith is shaken who can tell its honest size
Shall we accept only the good from Whom all blessings
flow
If so, I am afraid we would forget how much we owe
…to He who gave His best to save us from eternal Worst
And sent His Son to brave the cross to rescue souls, death-cursed
Ah, faith is not for feeble-minded fortune-hunting clods
It tests we, prone to flawed, sight-blinded love of lesser gods
Each good and perfect gift is from above, its mercies
spill
From He who does not shift or change, like shadows on the
hill
Where we, never forsaken sometimes let our love grow dim
Till what we have is taken to awaken us to Him
© Janet Martin
Blessed is a man who perseveres under trial;
for once he has been
approved,
he will receive the crown of life which
the Lord has promised
to those who love Him.
James 1:12
Every good and perfect gift is from above,
coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights,
who does not change like shifting shadows.
James 1:17
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