Tuesday, August 3, 2021

Here We Are (where yester-eons echoes brim)

God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.
Psalm 46:1

This morning we received word that
my sister's brother-in-law passed away (Murrell Martin)
after a battle with cancer!
This same sister and family are in the thick
of wedding preparations for their daughter's wedding on Friday.
Please remember this family (and Murrell's family) in your prayers.
God knew when this date was chosen for the wedding
what would transpire!
His timing is perfect in spite of our wondering whys!

(I helped for two summers on Murrell's farm in the early 80's
so yester-eon's echoes are brimming)
This is one of my favorite pics of a long-ago day.)

This song is running through my heart this morning

We never know when we will meet
The Hand the snuffs the chime
So lets make living's echoes sweet
While we are granted Time


Where yester-eon’s echoes brim
In scenes that tenderly compose
A sweet and sentimental hymn
As time its healing balm bestows

Where broken and beauty compete
Through joy and sorrow’s highs and lows
Love's acclamations, bittersweet
Mete metaphors of thorn and rose

Where faith and fear rival within
Where smiles and tears sparkle without
Where lament, laughter, groan and grin
Suffer conflicts twixt truth and doubt

Where morning breaks and twilight dims
And God wakes wonder mids’t life’s fuss
Where we are not worthy of Him
He bends and ministers to us

Where we would be a sorry lot
Death’s bell would toll with doleful knell
Without the Hope God’s Son begot
To save our deathless souls from hell

Where we are all in the same boat
In need of Light to pierce the dark
Because time is a transient Float
Where one by one we disembark

Where yester-eons echoes brim
And morrow offers no sneak-peek
A sweet and sentimental Hymn
Is being written as we speak

In scenes of tender reckoning
Like music notes of stone and star 
Where yester-eons echoes brim
Twixt past and future, here we are

With a fresh page, where humbly awed 
By Mercy's vow renewed, we sing
A hymn of grateful praise to God
Where yester-eons echoes brim

© Janet Martin

John 11:25-26
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. 
The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; 
and whoever lives by believing in me will never die.
 Do you believe this?”

Murrel believed this! Hellelujah!

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