Wonder-World -Wealthy

Psalm 40:4-8

Blessed is that man who makes the Lord his trust,

And does not respect the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.

5Many, O Lord my God, are Your wonderful works

Which You have done;

And Your thoughts toward us

Cannot be recounted to You in order;

If I would declare and speak of them,

They are more than can be numbered.

6Sacrifice and offering You did not desire;

My ears You have opened.

Burnt offering and sin offering You did not require.

7Then I said, “Behold, I come;

In the scroll of the book it is written of me.

8I delight to do Your will, O my God,

And Your law is within my heart.”

How Great Thou Art-Chris Rice

 (because Awesome Wonder makes life wonder-full)

Wonder rewards its heritor with wealth a-hundred-fold

A well-spring without barriers to joyfully behold

It fills the world with pleasure to enrapture and confound

A vault of hidden treasure overflowing all around

Some wonder we behold with eyes and some with humbled heart

As we begin to recognize its vault of ageless art

Its wealth, not in showcases filled with ‘look but do not touch’

But spilled from friendly faces, wisdom’s fount, seasons and such

Wonder waits to be tasted at each turn, it seems to me

Thus, Time should not be wasted in indulgent vanity

But rather, with each breath exalt the Giver of today

Because at every turn Death also stalks its primal prey

Wonder is worship’s uttermost; nothing can take its place

It strips proprietors of boast in its selfless embrace

And lifts the drooping spirit as it fills us with surprise

And gifts us with the merit of love’s selfless paradise

As high as heavens pathless hills and deep as deepest sea

A world of still impending thrills, unfurled epiphany

A grand buffet that beckons, its fulfilling feast beguiles 

Where The Creator reckons mortal appetites, and smiles

Pride goes before the fall and strangles wonder that would be

It caters to a call of covetous idolatry

And leaves a sense of joy amiss, its bliss a bitter fraud

But Wonder’s perfect happiness reveals a glimpse of God

Wonder wakens awareness, not to pelf of miser’s lure

But to unrivaled rareness of wealth coin cannot procure

Wonder wears threads of duty but, like autumn’s orchard bent

It yields the fruit of beauty in a heart sweetly content

© Janet Martin