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 Are Going Down The Valley One By One

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

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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!