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.

In The Morning When I Rise Give Me Jesus

 

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

Lam.3:22-23

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