but a good word cheers it up.
Isa.50:4
He wakens me morning by morning,
wakens my ear to listen like one being instructed.
Eyes to see and ears to hear;
Mouths, His worthy praise to spill
Where the headlines broadcast fear
God’s Word whispers ‘peace be still’
Hope to heap the heart with joy
Faith to trust Invisible
Love to heal hate’s hurtful ploy
God who makes it possible
Season-circuit none can sway
Seed instilled with harvest-fare
Morning to brush night away
God who hears the humble prayer
Laughter’s medicine to cheer
Let its sparkles fill the room
Time is just the way, my dear
To God, greater than doom’s gloom
Beauty breathed to common ground
Duty to bequeath the task
Countless mercies that abound
God who knows before we ask
Tea kettles with home-sweet tune
Happiness in simple things
Yellow cello of high noon
God who holds and tunes its strings
Courage, not by mortal creed
But as we confess our sin
We are given what we need
By the grace of God within
A most able Hand to hold
Though some doubt His wherewithal
Whether we are young or old
God so loves us above all
Longing’s sacred appetite
Heaven-glimpses framed in pink
Poetry too grand to write
As we marvel at God’s ink
God with each and every one
To all who believe, hope’s door
Then, when this small life is done
We with God forevermore
© Janet Martin
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