Beauty and duty distractions kept me from my keyboard this morning...
but not from worship!
Surely the hour is an altar awaiting our sacrifice of praise!
Not difficult on a morning like today!
(I linked to the word brigantine in the poem
because grand-sonny wondered why grandma was looking at boat pictures)😊
He arrived while I was working on the first stanza
which is why my morning poem became an afternoon poem
...with a message that is wonder-full any time of day or night!
From mercy’s boundless reservoir new morning meets its mark
On daybreak’s brigantine once more passengers reembark
Who knows what waits where welkin gates are grandly flung ajar
Where, only when time’s tide abates will we have won faith’s war
Heavens unfold the glory of love’s kind mercy renewed
Where we behold but fringes of unfathomed magnitude
Praise He who cups earth’s marbled globe in absolute control
And as we touch the hemline of His robe, He makes us whole
The train of the king’s glory fills the temple of the earth
Then tell the old, old, story of the Saviour’s lowly birth
Of how he left Perfection mankind’s sin-debt to atone
How, with His resurrection death and hell were overthrown
…and how all who believe in Him receive the gift of grace
Eternal life; no sentence grim when death’s dark door we face
Then come what may, where mercy’s kind compassion is renewed
We face the day with peace of mind and humble gratitude
...for He who rends dark yonder with a glimpse of Majesty
Where hearts thunder with wonder at whispers of 'let there be'
As mercy breaks the bower of the bud with crimson rose
And from a reservoir of love, God's goodness overflows
© Janet Martin
After the sun rose it disappeared for a little while...
...only to reappear with a sky-wide smile!
Sorry for so many pics
but trying to pick only a handful out of a couple hundred wow-some photos
is no small joy-task!
Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty,
God hath shined.
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