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Thursday, August 18, 2022

Have Pity on Us, Father


He remembers that we are dust.
 As for man, his days are like grass;
As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
 For the wind passes over it, and it is [b]gone,
And its place remembers it no more...

Soon all this flourishing flower and field will disappear...
and the plant with all its beauty and vitality will be as it never was!
So too it will be with our bodies, but never the Soul!




Psalm 103:13-18 (NKJV)

As a father pities his children,
So the Lord pities those who fear Him.
14 For He [a]knows our frame;
He remembers that we are dust.
15 As for man, his days are like grass;
As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
16 For the wind passes over it, and it is [b]gone,
And its place remembers it no more.
17 But the mercy of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting
On those who fear Him,
And His righteousness to children’s children,
18 To such as keep His covenant,
And to those who remember His commandments to do them.

So much sorrow in this broken world to
author anguished cries to our Heavenly Daddy...
who remembers we are dust💔

Have pity on us, Daddy
(Thou knowest we are dust)
When we cry to Thee, ‘Abba’
Restore, renew our trust
In Thee, for Thou art able
To do what man cannot
Instill in us a table
Laden with feasts, joy-wrought

For even in our groaning
The joy of Thee abides
Through faith in the atoning
That Calvary provides
The hope of our salvation
Transcends life’s bitter blows
The thorn of tribulation
Cannot defeat The Rose

Thy mercies are eternal
Our numbered days of bloom
May draw from springs supernal
Carved in an empty tomb
Thus, though our frame will perish
As flowers of the field
The Soul with Thee will flourish
When heaven is revealed

Have pity on us, Daddy
Doubt’s dark despair forbid
As we cry to Thee, Abba
Like once dear Jesus did
Kindle in us a vision
When dust its due reclaims
Of hope's tear-stained transition
Instilling faith’s dust-frames

Our Father, (who art) in heaven
Bend Thine ear to our plea
That all may be forgiven
That all humbly fear Thee
And find in Thy compassion
Thy kind comfort to cheer
The Soul, clad in frail fashion
Of dust-knitted veneer 

Ignite in us Thy Presence
 Thou, Friend above all friends
Behold faith's smoking incense
As prayer on prayer ascends 
Until the mortal flower
Fulfills its ordained must
Have pity on us, Father
Remember, we are dust

In Thy name we pray
Amen

© Janet Martin

Hebrews 4:15-16 (BSB)
For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses,
but we have one who was tempted in every way that we are, yet was without sin.
 Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence,
 so that we may receive mercy and find grace 
to help us in our time of need.







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