On Sunday our message was from Matthew 16
including the challenge in verse 25;
"For whoever wants to save their life will lose it,
but whoever loses their life for me will find it."
Oh, how easy it is to forget
Life is a gift, lent!
...a gift with sacred reckoning
on how it is spent
This poem is inspired in part,
by a family tragedy...
On Sunday night my nephew's 19 mo. old son went missing on their farm.
His body was recovered on Monday in a manure pump.
Please pray for strength and comfort
for my brother Stuart and their family and
esp. for my nephew and his wife, Charles and Andrea!
Sometimes the certainty of sorrow tries to steal the glow
And make us worry ‘bout tomorrow and what none can know
Sometimes senses of satisfaction lose approval’s nod
As love suffers the hard attraction that points man to God
Sometimes the trouble we are born to tests want’s willful way
Tempting man with doubt’s first question ‘did God really say?’
For we see only the pieces; the picture as a whole
Must wait until God’s will releases body from the soul
Sometimes people are prone to ponder Mercy’s Upper Hand
But we were born to trust and wonder, not to understand
Born to find strength in surrender, not in a fist we raise
Born to be a humble spender of numbered, gifted days
Sometimes our own idea of what should or should not be
Makes us rebel against replies of ‘be it unto me’
Sometimes sudden loss reminds us not to take for granted
What we soon will leave behind us, back to He who lent it
© Janet Martin
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