Tuesday, May 11, 2021


Whenever I feel overcome or mobbed
by barrages of negativity and fear,
by suffering, and the despair it could bring,
it helps me to picture Today as an altar
on which I/we stand as hands reach down,
pouring out the anointing of new day, 
and I am transfixed by the Scars on His Hands
and how they got there!!
I look at my own hands, not so very scarred...yet,
and am immensely humbled 
by Mercy renewed!

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;[b]
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
 “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in him.”

For the Lord will not
cast off forever,
 but, though he cause grief, he will have compassion
according to the abundance of his steadfast love;
 for he does not afflict from his heart
or grieve the children of men.

From Hands, scarred by our redemption
Framed in heaven’s flawless form
Without bias or exemption
Today, takes the world by storm

Grace extends hope’s invitation
Over track-records, sin-flawed
Mercy’s renewed salutation
Unfurls cloud-pearled gift from God

Like a sign to all earth’s people
'Rise and shine, for day is here'
Like a whisper to the feeble
'I am with you, do not fear'

Like a symbol of His Presence
Darkness cannot keep its hold
Heaven overflows with incense
Mist-kissed amethyst and gold

From Hands, faithful to the finish
From Hands, helpful to each task
Love grants what time can’t diminish
Free to all, if we but ask

From the flask of Eden’s awning
Daily dawning is outpoured
I AM treads Time’s transient spawning
That threads an eternal cord

From Hands that will never falter
Dawn unfolds faith’s piercing price
Ash of days gleams on an altar
Awaiting our sacrifice

Look; a flood of light is breaking
Waking what yet waits to be
Look, mercy free for the taking
Holds scarred Hands to you and me

© Janet Martin

Wherever in life we are, God's mercy is more!

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