Jim called a few minutes ago while I was 'finessing' this post
with a cool little reminder of God's goodness, mercy and faithfulness
to wherever we are; even shoveling manure!
He had just finished cleaning out his trailer with a less
than ideal fork because someone 'borrowed' his good one...
the manure was deep and heavy and
he felt extremely oppressed by despair, fatigue and fuming frustration!
Then his phone dinged; it was the verse of the day;
1 Peter 5: 6-8
Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand,
so that in due time He may exalt you.
8Be sober-minded and alert.
Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion,
seeking someone to devour.…
And it completely changed his focus!
He decided to call and see if by any chance
I was marveling over the morning in poem...😄
The scorner only sees a sky
Where Mercy's fountains brim
To fill the framework of the eye
With Outer Fringe of Him
And these are but the outer fringe of his works;
how faint the whisper we hear of him!
Who then can understand the thunder of his power?
how faint the whisper we hear of him!
Who then can understand the thunder of his power?
Job 26:14
Emblazoned on the heavens, Mercy authorizes dawn
As dark with gold is riven by a Hand we cannot see
And from a sacred Ledger, one more page of time is drawn
To keep the pledge God made to Noah and his family
‘As long as earth remains… the day and night will never cease’
As long as grace sustains the channels of time’s fleeting lease
We, beneath this divine allotment are all called by Him
Though He is oft forgotten in the thick of common need
While celestial inkwells with His Advocation brim
Where God is ever-faithful in all that He has decreed
Then ought we not with humble yearning seek to keep our ‘yes’
To He who is not slack concerning all His promises
This precious interlude between the cradle and the grave
Where tokens of mercy renewed each morning floods the air
Is far more than The Thinning Dark as night is turned to day
It is the Ark still open for all to heed and prepare
Where recompense to our response is drawing very near
…the extent of Souled audience far more than we appear
© Janet Martin
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