Tuesday, May 3, 2022

May Morning Melody

Psalm 62:5-8

Yes, my soul, find rest in God;
my hope comes from him.
6 Truly he is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.
7 My salvation and my honor depend on God[c];
he is my mighty rock, my refuge.
8 Trust in him at all times, you people;
pour out your hearts to him,
for God is our refuge.

Earth's table trembles 
with glimmers
of May's magical 
bloom-buffet...




With love’s mercies kindly given
And love’s mercies still to come
Pray we may be humbly driven
To He who our help/hope is from

We will never be forsaken
By the One who grants life’s worth
By He whose pure whispers waken
Nature’s plumes to clothe the earth

While time’s bubble full of trouble
Groans with mortal’s menial woe
Midst its mayhem and its rubble
By the grace of God we go

By the grace that authors flowers
By the grace that hears our plea
What a wondrous grace is ours
Grace that sets death’s captive free

In spite of calloused rejection
And the naïve wants we prize
Grace bends earth with birth’s redemption
And the darkness with sunrise

Threads the loom of breathless bowers
With summer’s glad symphonies
Hark! The limb grace strummed with showers
Bursts into a hymn of leaves

Bursts into a newborn garden
Bursts into first green and gold
Bursts into the perfect pardon
Of spring after winter’s cold

With such mercies kindly given
And such mercies still to come
Pray we may be humbly driven
To He who our help/hope is from

© Janet Martin

Psalm 121:1-2
...where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.


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