Thursday, October 15, 2020

How Indeed or How? In Deed


How faithfully his hand bestows
Inside each little bud, a rose...






(early morning childcare means late day poem-post😊)
In spite of the gloomy rain outdoors there was still  lots of sunshine indoors


Sometimes the days that I secretly worry might be a little long and indoor-dullish
turn out to fly by in a flurry of happiness!
And I humbled-ly whisper, 'thank-you God'

How kindly He our need supplies 
He thrills us with constant surprise 
How faithfully his hand bestows 
Inside each little bud, a rose 

How manifold his majesty 
As we behold a fringe of He 
Whose ways and wonderments extend 
Beyond what man can comprehend 

How often He protects and keeps 
While we proceed with flying leaps 
Into a heap of wish and whim 
Without a single thought of Him 

How patient is the One who hears
The tender tenure of our tears
How wise and loving the design
That tests the branches of the Vine

How trustworthy and absolute 
Is He who no one can refute
How holy is the ordinance
That requires obedience

 How never mistaken or late
How ever loving, ever great 
How dare we live and never laud 
Our everlasting Father, God 

How kindly He supplies our need
How we should worship Him indeed
How faithfully his hand bestows
The grace whereby each mortal goes

© Janet Martin 

Psalm 100:5
For the LORD is good; his mercy is everlasting; 
and his truth endureth to all generations.



2 comments:

  1. The spirit of this poem... is the Holy Spirit!

    I love this: "How kindly He our need supplies/
    He thrills us with constant surprise..."

    Thank you!

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    1. <3 All by God's grace and for his glory. Thank-you Gretchen.

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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!