The fruit of our labour is sometimes strawberries.
The fruit of our faith, ah, who can fathom?!
rolling over the rain-washed countryside...
...before heading out for a berry delightful morning
at a nearby pick-your-own strawberry patch!
Always, and all for God who gives, may our motive be
Each moment-metered life one lives leads to eternity
All that we have, by time is tried; a sacred sea that pours
In waves of morn-to-eventide, awash twixt Eon’s shores
In waves of morn to eventide awash twixt Eon’s shores
Across still gaping graves, time flies, in season-repertoires
While we must choose who we will serve and thus the Soul’s reward
Some never look beyond Self-worth, some live to please the Lord
Some never look beyond Self-worth, some live to please the Lord
Some set their sights upon this earth as if they can afford
To ignore what some cling to like a lifeline sure and keen;
The substance of things hoped for and its evidence unseen
The substance of things hoped for and its evidence unseen
Instills with awesome purpose what would oft seem harsh and mean
Aware while moments dance and race we owe their no return
Always and all for God who grants the grace that none can earn
Always and all for God who grants the grace that none can earn
Where mercy meets us face to face as surely as the morn
Where wealth accrued cannot provide that which will save the soul
When waves of morn to eventide no longer swell and roll
© Janet Martin
And whatever you do, do it heartily,
as to the Lord and not to men,
Col.3:23
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for,
the evidence of things not seen.
Heb.11:1
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