Friday, August 20, 2021

Thank-you, Lord (part Two)

Wishing you a good morning and great day!
It's a mist-mantled, dew-dazzled one here in southern Ontario!

This morning's devotion Bible Reading is Psalm 121
A beautiful encouragement and reminder of who is our keeper!
I will lift up my eyes to the hills—
From whence comes my help?
My help comes from the Lord,
Who made heaven and earth.
Psalm 121:1-2

Because I ran out of hours last night,
Thank-you Lord, Part two this morning.
Because today is another busy one including a wedding
and because we can barely scratch the thankfulness-surface
in two little verses, maybe part three tomorrow??
Lord willing?
Here's to a wonder-smitten Friday!

…for help that cometh from the Lord as we lift up our eyes
For compassionate hearts outpoured with more than verbal cries
For faith to take our cross each day to humbly follow He
Who yielded His will to obey Abba at Calvary
For godly forefathers who held firm to the faith that saves
(For deathless soul transcends this terminal archive of graves)
For love to give great purpose to the most menial task
For stems topped off with roses, for needs filled before we ask
For zephyr-sigh and cherry pie, for ageless wonderment
For learning money cannot buy what makes the heart content
For helping hands and God’s commands to keep us holy, oh
For front row seats on earth-grandstands to witness heaven’s show
For summer snared in canning jars to warm cold winter’s clutch
For the way beauty breaks through bars of darkness, buds and such
For brides and grooms, for moms and dads, grammas and grandpas too
For darling lass, mischievous lads that make us lose our cool
For momentum of seasons surging like billows that roll
Through hills and fields, soft-merging with landscapes of heart and soul
For knowing prayer is more than words airborne like thistle-seed
For our help comes from the Lord who knows our every need

© Janet Martin

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