Friday, July 30, 2021

Prime of Grace

As I opened my eyes after
bringing before the Lord my fears, cares, gratitude and hopes
the sun burst over the horizon to crown new day 
with the declaration of God's glory!

Psalm 5:3 BSB
In the morning, O LORD, You hear my voice;
 at daybreak I lay my plea before You and wait in expectation.

The prime of time is blushing where Today is always new
The rhythm of Reason rushing its melodists through and through
Past’s phoenix taunts trust’s trial-run where oft we slip and slide
(So many wily ways to sun and preen feathers of pride)

The prime of life presents itself in Time’s most perfect form
Where, with crumbs brushed from yester-shelf a brand-new day is born
Soft-wafted pink and gold beguiles and fills our smiles with awe
While lofty ‘think’, oft bold, defiles, if thought rivals God’s law

The prime of hope and dream’s crescendo floods the earth with light
The clime/climb forged from bygone’s memento births morn’s maiden flight
Where all together we must weather what dawn’s spawn will bring
To test the leather of faith’s tether, oft with suffering

The prime of time is streaming through the Hand that gives and takes
Where live-and-learn is teeming with happiness and heartaches
As we proceed where want and need in fearless fathoms flow
But never can exceed God’s primal grace whereby we go

© Janet Martin

Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed,
Because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness.

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