Mercy-Drenched

My first thought when I looked outside this morning was "Oh no!"

(Seeing something is totally different than hearing about it, isn't it!...on so many fronts!)

My second thought was,

 "Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; 

Isa. 1:18

Hallelujah! 

thinking about how seeing something is far different

 than simply hearing about it 

made me think of this song

Morning fair-gleams,

Bursting its seams

With Mercy-streams renewed

The brush and blow

Of high and low

Resumes its aptitude

We pause to gape,

Awed by dawn’s cape,

Stuff cheeks like autumn squirrels

Then go our way,

Forget to pray;

Like swine-herds trampling pearls

The dreamer trails

His home-spun sails

Like kite-tails in the sand

Waiting to toss

Star-studded gloss

Far from his untried hand

Where ebb and surge

Of lilt and dirge

Merge in a clash of chords

Where war and peace

Roar and release

Forging plowshares from swords

Love’s give and take

Begins to shake

The core of what we clenched

But lo, look up

God tips a cup

And dawn is Mercy-drenched

As white as snow

Our guilt-stains flow

With two words, “I believe”

And sorrow brims

With thank-you hymns

For the grace faith receives

© Janet Martin