Tuesday, August 31, 2021

Firsthand Evidence...

 How beautiful to stand beneath a brand-new break of day...


How glorious to gaze anew at what never grows old
And feel God run his fingers through Time’s transitional fold
Of gold and blush and silver-blue...

How stunning to straddle the fence facing earth’s eastward edge...


To see firsthand the evidence of Mercy’s renewed pledge...

How beautiful to stand beneath a brand-new break of day
And sense above the rolling heath unfolding, silver-gray
The goodness of a Father as heaven’s fathoms proclaim
But glimpses of the grandeur, synonymous with His name

How glorious to gaze anew at what never grows old
And feel God run his fingers through Time’s transitional fold
Of gold and blush and silver-blue, His brush-strokes steal our breath
And waken our senses to feet perched on brinks of death

How stunning to straddle the fence facing earth’s eastward edge
To see firsthand the evidence of Mercy’s renewed pledge
To soak in ink of molten pink from founts vaulted in space
As He kind-beckons us to drink His signature of grace

© Janet Martin

Isa.12:4-5
“Praise the Lord, call upon His name;
Declare His deeds among the peoples,
Make mention that His name is exalted.
 Sing to the Lord,
For He has done excellent things;
This is known in all the earth.




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