Because Of What Yet Waits To Be...(Eternity)

Phil Mickelson makes history as he wins the PGA at 50 years old!

Whenever I witness the joy of the winner

in a competition (esp. one that goes against the odds)

 I can't help but think about

the unsurpassed joy of the victory of the believer

when the race is run/victory won and (against all would-be odds) 

we lay hold of the Prize,

possible through the victory of Christ on the cross

when He uttered 'it is finished',

just before He died and paid sin's debt

then rose again because Death is not the victor for all who put

our faith in Christ!

This Hope changes our perspective and objective 

from the temporal to the eternal!

Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it.

But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, 

I press on toward the goal to win the prize 

for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.

Phil.3:13-14 

(Phil. for Philippians, not Phil Mickelson😄)

Because what was will be no more

And what will be we cannot see

Where morning flings ajar Time’s door

We ought to step through rev’rently

To meet this measure of God’s grace

To treat it like a treasured prize

Because this wisp of time and place

Is like a spark that upward flies

Because what was is always set

In fathoms of mercy renewed

We ought to meet morn’s gracious ‘yet’

With conscientious gratitude

Where moments gather to become

The sum of sacred reckoning

Who knows when we will be borne from

Time’s tugging tide of beckoning

Because what was none can retrace

And what yet waits we cannot tell

We ought to tread with steadfast faith

This brink between heaven and hell

Where morning like a gleaming sea

Of beauty over brokenness

Washes shores of eternity

In love’s unbridled faithfulness

© Janet Martin

Where morning like a gleaming sea of beauty over brokenness

washes shores of eternity...