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Friday, November 12, 2021

In Case Joy Should Falter...


Who has a claim against me that I must pay?
 Everything under heaven belongs to me.

This poem was inspired after reading Job chapters 38 through 41
Stupendous! Wow!
and what can we do but echo Job's reply 
at the beginning of chapter 42
 (if ever we stoop to doubt)
 "Surely I spoke of things I did not understand,
    things too wonderful for me to know."

“Have you ever given orders to the morning,
    or shown the dawn its place,
Job 38:12

Hope hoists it hymns on morning’s scrims as love its vow renews...


To place our prayers into the hands that laid earth’s cornerstone
To know He cares and sifts the sands that mete each steppingstone
To see each season’s treasure trove spill into hill and dale
Grants us reason enough to trust the love that cannot fail

To recognize that our eyes see but the fringe of He
Who paints the skies and cuts to size the proud waves of the sea
Who authors birth and tunes the earth’s orbit around the sun
Who puts his worth in human dearth through death’s curse fought and won

To lean on He whose majesty we cannot comprehend
Yet yearns to be to you and me an everlasting Friend
To touch His robe that fills the globe with glory none can dim
Instills earth’s road with Heaven’s goad as time draws us to Him

To have God’s Word, truth undeterred midst mortal fallacies
To guide and gird and keep souls stirred with hope through centuries
To know that He will always be at faith’s meek beck and call
Grants you and me security, whatever may befall

Hope hoists it hymns on morning’s scrims as love its vow renews
Where Mercy brims and nothing dims or thwarts the Giver’s views/dues
Where come what may no hand can sway what His will has decreed
Where when we pray, He leads the way, ah, what more do we need

© Janet Martin

Rejoice in the Lord always,
and again I say, rejoice
Phil.4:4

Who is our fount of joy?




2 comments:

I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!