The Master's Touch

(update: I wrote this poem yesterday to send with a meal for my sister!

They are planning a wedding for Friday 

while her husband's beloved oldest brother is on his deathbed. 

During last night God rescued him from his suffering)

Rest in peace, Murrell.

So much beauty midst broken

So much joy midst sorrow

So much broken midst beauty

So much sorrow midst joy

So much more God

 above, beneath and through it all!

Touch us, oh Lord, with beauty’s chords

Where nature’s orchestra enthralls

Lift our eyes unto the hills

To hear creation’s madrigals

Unto the flowers of the field

Unto the fledglings of the air

Unto heaven’s vast music sheet

Where thy great glory is declared

 

Touch us, oh Lord, with mercy’s chords

When waves of sorrow wash the soul

Let not despair consume our hearts

But grant us faith to make us whole

As from your everlasting word

Love’s melody of hope resounds

Then, even in the dark of night

A hymn of humble joy abounds

 

Touch us, oh Lord, with love’s pure chords

In songs of grace and sympathy

Let earth be longing’s pale prelude

To heaven’s perfect harmony

Then open up our eyes and ears

Until the only Strings we clutch

Through The Unseen, wakes evidence

That tunes us to The Master’s Touch

 

© Janet Martin

...speaking to one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs,

singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord,

Eph.5:19

I will lift up my eyes to the hills— From whence comes my help?

Psalm 121:1

Behold Our God