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Thursday, January 27, 2022

Aren't you Glad Too?


Yahoo! I just had another baby!
Kidding😂
but sometimes that's kinda what it feel like 
when another poem is born;
Oh, the joy after the labor and the delivery💖💖💖

And no matter what composes picture-shows of 'life we’ve had'
On dawn’s skyline beams Beginning of a new day, aren’t you glad?


Sometimes Jim (husband) teases me over the plethora of sunrise pictures shared here,
but in my defense, 
I never want to get so jaded that I am no longer awed by The Utterly Awesome!
(and Jim agrees)




Aren’t you glad today is never replayed from dusk’s low’ring door?
That each bud of bloom delivers beauty not beheld before
That the glorious hope of Heaven waits at death if we believe
Not the cradle to be given one more lifetime to achieve

Aren’t you glad we start as babies; not yet set in our ways
That God’s mercy new each morning never His goodness betrays
That His Word is everlasting, not keeping pace with the times
Not like shifting cast of shadows, but steadfast as mountain climes

Aren’t you glad that we are never too old to learn something new
That the seasons keep their order, spring-summer-fall-winter through
That sunrise and set are always out of reach of fingertips
Set before our gaze to author praise from amazed hearts and lips

Aren’t you glad for cuppa something steaming, books and cozy nooks
For chatter and laughter brimming from sparkling children and brooks
That as we are growing older God surprises us with joy
Impossible to discover as a younger girl or boy

Aren’t you glad for socks and mittens, kitten-puppy happiness
For delight when the response to our ‘please’ replies with ‘yes’
For tap-dancers made of raindrops, shoeless freedom of bare feet
For the fervor of the vision and thrill of mission complete

For a table set for dinner for two, or for company
For redemption for the sinner; aren’t you glad God sets us free
For the poetry of wonder making ordinary Grand
For the feeling of belonging when we traverse hand in hand

Aren’t you glad today is never replayed; yesterday unbound
Even best days wouldn’t be as sweet the second time around
And no matter what composes picture-shows of 'life we’ve had'
On dawn’s skyline beams Beginning of a New Day, aren’t you glad?

© Janet Martin

And below
a glorious Glad Song

Psalm 113

Hallelujah!
Give praise, O servants of the LORD;
praise the name of the LORD.

Blessed be the name of the LORD
both now and forevermore.

From where the sun rises to where it sets,
the name of the LORD is praised.

The LORD is exalted over all the nations,
His glory above the heavens.

Who is like the LORD our God,
the One enthroned on high?

He humbles Himself to behold
the heavens and the earth.

He raises the poor from the dust
and lifts the needy from the dump
to seat them with nobles,
with the princes of His people.

He settles the barren woman in her home
as a joyful mother to her children.

Hallelujah!

Aren't you glad too,
That sunrise and set are always out of reach of fingertips
Set before our gaze to author praise from amazed hearts and lips


Notice how the sun no longer rises across the field
like it did a month ago?!
A sure sign that winter is trundling toward spring!


And last but not least,
did you know you are one of the rare people who pauses on this porch?
I would like to tell you thank-you!
I am so glad you do because as George MacDonald once penned...

A poet is a man (or woman) who is glad of something
and tries to make other people glad of it too!
George MacDonald~

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