Morning rends time’s seamless quiver
Like a Hallelujah Hymn...
Turning to these dear familiar verses this morning...
in Lam.3:22-24&32
Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed,
Because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness.
“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“Therefore I hope in Him!”
Though He causes grief,
Yet He will show compassion
According to the multitude of His mercies.
From the unplumbed heights of heaven
As moon and stars are subdued
Ensembles of night are riven
With mercy’s anthem renewed
Morning rends time’s seamless quiver
Like a Hallelujah Hymn
To partaker from the Giver
Hails hope’s haloed seraphim
Ever faithful through the ages
Man’s Maestro of numbered days
Tunes the timbre of time’s pages
We cannot reckon His ways
But, because of sins forgiven
And the purchase-price He paid
We praise the God of Salvation
For this new day He has made
Our Father, who art in Heaven
Thou who lovest one and all
Keen us to the composition
Where moments like eighth notes fall
In steadfast determination
Weening that which will become
The sacred manifestation
Of worship’s recorded sum
Help us follow the instruction
Of love's baton in Thy Name
Till pray, death is the induction
Into Heaven’s Hall of (Thy) Fame
Where our songs will never falter
Nor our music be off key
As Beholding melts faith’s altar
Into perfect harmony
© Janet Martin
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