Tuesday, January 31, 2023

Brutal Truth

 

Lest we become complacent...
This poem was inspired again in part
 by an excerpt from the story of George Mueller...






Proverbs 28:13-17 KJV
He that covereth his sins shall not prosper:
 But whoso confesseth and forsaketh them shall have mercy.

Oh, the gravity of its depravity
The enormity of its deformity
The awfulness of its unlawfulness
As it dominates within
The subtleness of its brutal-ness
The evilness of vain promises
Of lies disguised, idolized and prized
This is the truth about sin

The pelf of stubborn selfishness
The stealth of Satan’s deadly steps
The guile of a vile, downward spiral
A wolf dressed in sheep skin
Danger and dire consequence
The liar daring providence
Unholy, rebellious ignorance
Mocker, smooth talker; sin

Hunger and thirst hopelessly cursed
Excuses soothed, me-first immersed
Self-righteous drivel at its worst
Pride’s beguiled, unbridled din
Deception’s uncontested will
Desire never quite fulfilled
Defilement, sensuous and skilled
Beware, oh, beware of sin

Unrepentance unrecognized
Hell’s curb appeal hailed, unapprised
Blind leading blind, applause-imbibed
Deaf to the toll within
Brutal refutal of wisdom astute
Pitiful, poisonous, ravenous root
Half-obedience-corrupted fruit
Horrible horror of sin

© Janet Martin

Romans 5:12-20

Therefore, just as through one man sin entered the world, and death through sin, and thus death spread to all men, because all sinned— 13(For until the law sin was in the world, but sin is not imputed when there is no law. 14Nevertheless death reigned from Adam to Moses, even over those who had not sinned according to the likeness of the transgression of Adam, who is a type of Him who was to come. 15But the free gift is not like the [e]offense. For if by the one man’s offense many died, much more the grace of God and the gift by the grace of the one Man, Jesus Christ, abounded to many. 16And the gift is not like that which came through the one who sinned. For the judgment which came from one offense resulted in condemnation, but the free gift which came from many [f]offenses resulted in justification. 17For if by the one man’s [g]offense death reigned through the one, much more those who receive abundance of grace and of the gift of righteousness will reign in life through the One, Jesus Christ.)

18Therefore, as through [h]one man’s offense judgment came to all men, resulting in condemnation, even so through one[i] Man’s righteous act the free gift came to all men, resulting in justification of life. 19For as by one man’s disobedience many were made sinners, so also by one Man’s obedience many will be made righteous.

20Moreover the law entered that the offense might abound. But where sin abounded, grace abounded much more, 21so that as sin reigned in death, even so grace might reign through righteousness to eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Monday, January 30, 2023

Because Actions Speak Louder Than Words...


Originally I entitled this poem
Sermon to Poets and Silver-tongued Scribes
but that felt a bit harsh 
and its connotation a bit off the mark
so I changed it๐Ÿ˜…

(all that to say, words ring hollow
without rubber-meets-road corroboration!)

Bit of satire to self today, as well as
all of us struggling with easier talked than walked!
Below, is a glimpse of the scenery of general muddled mayhem 
of many hours of mental workouts,
frustrated/vexed scribbles 
and mumbled prayer-stumble!!
Yet all of this can never take the place of
a single step to aid/accompany a fellow-traveler! 
(lest I/we forget)

My hope is that here and there a poem hits home 
like a hug that needs no explanation
and an act of kindness tendered in ink!



I’d take a stumbling sermon lived
Over a smooth rehearsal, talked
And if I had to choose a gift
I’d take mercy’s second mile, walked
I’d take the ink of honest toil
Over spouted theology
And if I had to choose love’s spoil
I’d take a friendly cup of tea

I’d take the smallest gentle deed
Above intent, pious and grand
And if I had to choose my need
I’d take an earnest helping hand
The pen, though mightier than sword
Is not a supple substitute
For living out God’s Holy Word
Until the branch is bent with fruit

Sermons are not misunderstood
When preached in meek obedience
Better than pulpits carved of wood
Are stepping stones of reverence
And in the thick and thin of cost
Midst love’s ado of This and That
Better a kindness-buoy tossed
Than a poetic lariat

The fine art of rhythm and rhyme
Can kindle senses with delight
But cannot take the place of Time
Spent on knees in the dead of night
And, lest words miss the sacred mark
Of pure religion undefiled
Better prayer’s closet in the dark
Than podiums where crowds go wild

© Janet Martin



Little children, let us not love in word or talk
but in deed and in truth.

(Temporary) To-do List/Must

The gray, sunless stretch of weather continues!!
sometimes it seems to threaten to seep into our spirits๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜




Do you ever wake up feeling defeated before you begin
a new day, a new week, as struggles and battles seem to hit 'repeat'?!!
Call on God, call on a friend, 
call on a mother, spouse, sibling
but whatever we do, let's not try to do it alone!




Do you ever wish for a life without care?!!
(I confess, sometimes I do! But,
a life without cares would make us 
pretty careless and self-reliant, wouldn't it?!

On the other hand, sometimes we can create cares
 by being careless and self-reliant!
Here is the balance challenge:
To not become complacent,
 yet, to not become discouraged
as we shoulder the yoke of faithfulness!
 The only way to accomplish this requires
constant refueling in God's company/His Word!

(To keep our eyes on faith's prize is impossible
if we love the world...more)

1 John 2:15-17 (BSB)
Do not love the world or anything in the world.
 If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. 
16For all that is in the world—the desires of the flesh,
 the desires of the eyes, 
and the pride of life—is not from the Father but from the world
17The world is passing away, along with its desires;
 but whoever does the will of God remains forever.

Happy Monday!
Let's make the most of to-do lists 
not simply with what we have wherever we are,
but with Who we have wherever we are,
 (if we have believed in He who is able!)
๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ™

this hard-to-do to-do list kind of unfolded as I contemplated
what to write about, as I weighed wishes and wants with what is, etc.
Some successes, no matter how hard-fought 
seem to evade, maybe because we're not ready for it yet!


...to loathe the pride that lurks inside accolades of success
To hunger for still waters and green pastures of His Word
While feasting on a five-star meal of hope with thankfulness 
And to pray without ceasing, leaning wholly on the Lord

To love our neighbor as ourself without selfish reserve
To be more kind and patient where we all have much to learn
Where only by God’s favor we have more than we deserve
A glorious inheritance that we could never earn

To fight against desires that wage war against the soul
To count spiritual blessings and to covet more and more
Its measure, life’s true treasure beyond time’s transient toll
When at last, we will see what now we are yet striving for

To make Heaven our goal, so that we labor not in vain
To remember, the garment of the soul will soon decay
And what once seemed so far off and arduous to attain
Will be an everlasting crown that never fades away

© Janet Martin

1 Cor.9:24-27 (NIV)
Do you not know that in a race all the runners run,
 but only one gets the prize? 
Run in such a way as to get the prize.
 25Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. 
They do it to get a crown that will not last, 
but we do it to get a crown that will last forever.
 26Therefore I do not run like someone running aimlessly;
 I do not fight like a boxer beating the air.
 27No, I strike a blow to my body and make it my slave 
so that after I have preached to others,
 I myself will not be disqualified for the prize.









Saturday, January 28, 2023

Truly Love

Oh, how we love our precious innocent children
who depend on us to honor their innocence 
and teach them what is right
and Who is the one true God!!


Encouraging young parents through 'tough love' 
when training little children reminds us
over and over how parenting our earthly children
reflects a picture of our Heavenly Father as He 'parents' us, doesn't it?!
We sure must test His patience sometimes as we ignore His commands.
What a kind and merciful Father he is!
He took the time to appoint/establish commandments that,
if we obey them will lead to peace and joy!
Sometimes we use 'happiness' as an excuse to bend or break His rules
instead of trusting the love that puts boundaries in place!

Today's scripture reading included the account of Moses
 receiving the Ten Commandments from God...
Imagine what this world would be like if we obeyed them/Him?!


Our Heav’nly Father cares for us: so He sets Ground Rules
And boundaries, to keep in check our bent to being fools
And making deadly choices when temptation’s lure is tossed
To echo 'did God really say’ when innocence was lost
And Eve believed the liar and did eat, and Adam too
One bite began the plight of man that still tests me and you

Our Heav’nly Father cares for us; so, he gave us His Word
A kind, tangible Presence to comfort and undergird
To be a lamp unto our feet in a world dark without
Where logic errs without His Word to vanquish fear and doubt
Where we would stray into the way that seems right but is not
Where the romance of ignorance sets a Death-trap of Thought

Our Heav’nly Father cares for us; He knows that we are prone
So, like all loving parents do, He authors boundaries
To safeguard precious darlings against lurking enemies
Because like children we will never fully understand
The love that cares enough to guard desire with command

Our Heav’nly Father cares for us; He works for our good
How often we do not appreciate Him like we should
And thank him for His steadfast righteousness and truth and grace
To anchor us so that we do not drift from place to place
But embrace the sweet peace we find with awed epiphany
God’s flawless laws and precepts do not bind but set us free

Our Heav’nly Father cares for us; what perfect happiness
To walk, not in the counsel of wicked ungodliness
But in the way where blessing will both console and chastise
Like the tough love of parents who are vigilant and wise
As they train up a child to see choice leads to consequence
And love is only truly love with a commandment-fence

© Janet Martin

Psalm 1:1-5

Blessed is the man
Who walks not in the counsel of the [a]ungodly,
Nor stands in the path of sinners,
Nor sits in the seat of the scornful;
2But his delight is in the law of the Lord,
And in His law he [b]meditates day and night.
3He shall be like a tree
Planted by the [c]rivers of water,
That brings forth its fruit in its season,
Whose leaf also shall not wither;
And whatever he does shall prosper.

4The ungodly are not so,
But are like the chaff which the wind drives away.
5Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in the judgment,
Nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous.




Friday, January 27, 2023

Learning to Cherish



Do you also tend to feel a sense of frustration/astonishment 
as you read in Exodus, how God freed the children of Israel from
their bondage and oppression in Egypt in ways that they beheld His mighty power,
Then how, though they had a visual reminder of His presence 
in a pillar of cloud by day and fire by night, (Ex.13:21)


How, though God parted the Red Sea so they passed through on dry ground, 
before the waters swallowed up the Egyptian army pursuing them.
and yet, how quickly their praise turned to murmuring
 when they were hungry and thirsty,
when present unpleasantness drew their attention and worship
 from He who had proven faithful over and over...
Oh!!! suddenly this sounds very familiar! 
forgive me, Lord!!

Moses' reprimand to the children of Israel is the same for you and me...
Because if we believe we too have been freed 
from bondage and oppression in the wilderness of Sin!


(I jotted half of this poem yesterday from a totally different train of thought
before finishing it this morning after today's scripture reading from Exodus!)

We take it as it comes; Blossoms and butterflies
Wishes that don’t come true and some that do to our surprise
We cannot seize what was or leap beyond today
So, we cherish what is because there is no other way

We take it as it is; of new not yet turned old
Of old that once was younger and of gray that once was gold
We cannot stay the hands that mark the march of time
So, we cherish duty’s demands and beauty’s season-chime

We take it as it goes; the high road and the low
Where only God, who grants it knows what life waits to bestow
To teach us how to trust and love Him all our days
To cherish His goodness to us and live a life of praise

To He who does not faint or weary of our cry
May we withhold thankless complaint and vanity of 'why' 
But cherish that which flows from Mercy's patient nod/rod
What comes, what is, what goes unfurls the soul's return to God


© Janet Martin

...in the morning we shall see the glory of the Lord!
Ex.16:7

Isa. 40:28
Have you not known? 
Have you not heard?
 The everlasting God, the LORD, 
The Creator of the ends of the earth, 
Neither faints nor is weary. 
His understanding is unsearchable.




Thursday, January 26, 2023

It's Not Easy But It Is Possible


This winter I have committed to sorting through
a lot of long-neglected corners and drawers filled with paraphernalia and plunder
of collections no longer relevant to the season I am in...Older mother!
And while mothering is by no means over, preschool and school children mothering is!
Leaving a lot of hard decisions to be made like
how many old art projects, canvases, folders, sketch-books, keepsakes do I keep?!!


My oldest daughter is at the other end of the spectrum, at the beginning of this journey
 and sometimes the only way I know how to advise her on
how to navigate a situation is because 
though the circumstances may differ the solution is the same for her season as mine;
 Ask God for wisdom then trust Him to provide!
Often wisdom comes through what feels like failure first.
But the important thing is that we don't give up!!
 Keep trying/praying! 



It’s not easy, learning how to fully lean on God to guide
How to trust Him without fretting about if/what He will provide
It’s not easy learning how to yield and say ‘Thy will, not mine’
And to rest in Him untroubled by His unrevealed design
It’s not easy, learning how to sacrifice each selfish choice
Taking God’s Word at His promises without doubt’s vexing voice
It’s not easy to be holy; we need God’s word in our hearts
To undo sin’s dark dominion and to thwart the tempter’s darts
It’s not easy to be faithful if we look ahead too far
But God makes it possible if we trust Him
Right
Where
We
Are

It's not easy, the relying on strength we do not possess 
But as long as we keep trying God unveils His promises 

© Janet Martin

Prov.3:3-8, 33-35

Let not mercy and truth forsake you;
Bind them around your neck,
Write them on the tablet of your heart,
4And so find favor and [a]high esteem
In the sight of God and man.

5Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
And lean not on your own understanding;
6In all your ways acknowledge Him,
And He shall [b]direct your paths.

7Do not be wise in your own eyes;
Fear the Lord and depart from evil.
8It will be health to your [c]flesh,
And strength[d] to your bones....

...The curse of the Lord is on the house of the wicked,
But He blesses the home of the just.
34Surely He scorns the scornful,
But gives grace to the humble.
35The wise shall inherit glory,
But shame shall be the legacy of fools.

The Wonderworld of 'Will' or The Best of 'This'

Oh, the wonders of tomorrow...
Little grand-daughter sighed with ecstasy  as she relived
 a euphoric plethora of summer memories
 while peering through winter's window...toward spring!


Tomorrow will soon be today's challenges and joys
Tomorrow will soon steal today's girls and boys
Tomorrow will change (for better or worse) what Today still is
Tomorrow is a world away; let's make the best of This



'Grandma, why did you tape the door shut?', questioned grand-daughter the other day.
"Because it's not very tight", I replied "and we need to keep the shivery wind outside!
But, one warm, wonderful sunny day Gramma will take the tape off!
We will open the door and set the rocking chair and flowers
 back on the deck and have tea out there
and read books and have campfire suppers!
 Won't that be a happy day?!!"
And grand-daughters eyes sparkled with heaven-like anticipation as she sighed,
'ye-e-eth!! and aunty Mel will be here too, right?'
' Oh, I hope so,' was all gramma could promise๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ’–

I've always believed anticipation is one of life's purest pleasures,
but let's not miss what is while we dream, right?!





Someday porch flowerpots will brim with pretty petal-plumes
The wooly-white woodland will ring with reawakened tunes
The meadow will be like a green-spun picnic blanket spread
Beneath a canopy of sun-kissed blue skies overhead

The barren branch will burgeon with hues of replenished shade
The gale will gentle its halloos into a serenade
Raindrop-waltzes will wash the world and rouse earth from its sleep
And windows will not frame counterpanes unfurled, white and deep

New beginnings will flower and blossoms will deck the grass
Dreamland’s barred gate will lower and beckon us to trespass
The quiet interlude between harvest and Planting Must
Will turn into a bustling scene of machine-startled dust

The clock will feast on a buffet of quickened hour-chime
Hearthside evenings borne away until next winter-time
And we will taste spring’s cheeriness that waits within our thought
And we will wear the weariness we had somehow forgot

And we will wonder at the way each season swiftly spills
While hunger scavenges hope’s tray that each new day refills
And we will bow our head in thanks to mortal’s gracious God
Where we will soon join silenced ranks in earth’s grave-stippled sod

The wonderworld of 'will' is filled with what yet waits to be
With tears and laughter not yet spilled into a memory
But, lest we miss the best of This that will fill yesteryears
Let's make the most of what yet is before it disappears 

© Janet Martin


Genesis 3:19
By the sweat of your brow you will eat your bread, 
until you return to the ground--because out of it were you taken. 
For dust you are, and to dust you shall return."

Eccles.12:7
Then the dust will return to the earth as it was,
 And the spirit will return to God who gave it.



Wednesday, January 25, 2023

A Gentle Reprimand (mother or not!)


Below, a bit of conversation between my daughter and I
as she lamented some not-so-shining-parenting-moments earlier today๐Ÿ’“
(my comments in the blue)



The quote my daughter shared reminded me that we sure shouldn't 
point an accusing finger at anyone
before we have walked a mile in their shoes...should we?๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’•

Until we’ve worn each other’s shoes and borne each other’s cares
And struggled with each other’s dues and prayed each other’s prayers
I think the point that lingers is love’s gentle reprimand:
Instead of pointing fingers let’s reach out a helping hand

© Janet Martin


Faith-forge...



This poem is inspired in part by a few stories I recently read or am reading...
the stories of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Joseph and now, Moses!!
Also, the story of George Mueller
(the excerpt below esp.)


Heb.12:1
Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses,
 let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us,
 and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us,

The beautiful 'cloud of faithful witnesses' that encompass us
 challenge, inspire and encourage
 the ongoing stories of our own lives/faith still being written!
Take heart, fellow-friend!
Stories of faithfulness cannot be written in a hurry!

I began this poem yesterday morning, but it was not a poem
that could be quickly spilled....then tot-care gobbled up the day!

Last night my energy and concentration tank was so completely depleted
to the point of feeling like I was getting sick (but a good night's sleep resolved)
so this is yesterday and today's poem!

Below: a Celebrate-the-Very-Brief-Splash-of-Sunshine-with-a-Hot Chocolate-'Picnic'!



The answers that we seek in our hurry oft seem slow
When faith’s posture is weak, not meek but impatient to know
Doubt and desire wrestle as God tests love’s utmost part
(To be His chosen vessel is not for the faint of heart)

The high call of surrender grants no accolades unearned
Faith’s Author and Perfecter leaves no stumbling block unturned
But moves in ways contrary to sight’s acumen and whim
God’s rebuke necessary to expose wants not of Him

Encompassed by a cloud of witnesses, faith’s legions shine
As God fulfilled/revealed His promises and purposes divine
While waiting-seasons refined trust and taught them to endure
And be obedient because God’s Word is just and pure/sure

What sometimes seems like pleas ignored or forgotten by God
Or futile ‘waiting on the Lord,’ is oft discipline’s rod
To dredge the depth of the heart’s measure where His Word should be
To test the timbre of the treasure only He can see

What masters of disaster mortal’s lack of patience proves
When we choose to move faster than God's higher way behooves
When foolishly we plunder gates still barred to our request
Blind to redemption’s wonder waiting to reveal His best

God's providence instilling/fulfilling holiness, makes no mistakes
He tugs at ties unwilling until pride's resistance breaks 
And probes the hold that still denies Supreme Authority
Until faith's utter boast replies 'not I, but Christ in me'  

© Janet Martin

2 Tim2:3
Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ.




Monday, January 23, 2023

With Only One of Each of Us...


How grieved our Creator must be when we choose to bicker and bite
instead of lovingly forgiving each other like He lovingly forgives us!
After all, every single one of us is on our maiden voyage through life 
with so many mistakes made, to learn from...
and to top it all off there are no two of us exactly alike!!!

Unlike these birds who all sound and look exactly alike...


With only one of each of us and no two quite alike
It stirs in us the impetus to do the best we can
To honor He who drew in us His holy breath of life
Where there will never be another you or me again

With only one of each of us and no two quite the same
Is it then any wonder that we often disagree
But wouldn’t it be nice if we recalled from whence we came
Then strove to love because there is only one you and me

And no one else can take the place of only you or me
Where every single ‘us’ is originally designed
And no one else can be the person we were made to be
Now is that not reason enough to be loving and kind

…and just a bit more patient with one-only-you and-me
Where we are all on maiden voyages from here to There
With our one and only unique personality
And our One and Only Creator beyond compare

We all have this in common; He who makes us black and white
And numbers our days before one of them comes to be
He smiles with loving kindness; we are precious in His sight
For there will never, ever be another you or me

How often we could treat each other better than we do
And cherish one-and-only-me-and-you while we still can
Before it is too late because either first me or you
Will go the one-and-only way we go since time began 


© Janet Martin

Psalm 139:13-16

For You formed my inmost being;a
You knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14I praise You,
for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Marvelous are Your works,
and I know this very well.
15My frame was not hidden from You
when I was made in secret,
when I was woven together
in the depths of the earth.
16Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all my days were written in Your book
and ordained for me
before one of them came to be.

To We, Still Growing Older


Accomplishment/achievement happens one challenge/step forward at a time!
 Sometimes challenges take years to fully complete,
 some even a lifetime(such as a life well lived). 
And because nothing ever stays the same for very long the challenge is constant, isn't it?!! 
Listening to two funeral messages/tributes where children and grandchildren
 rose to call their mother and grandmother 'blessed' 
is such an inspiration to we still growing older 
and seeking to honor God in the season we are in!
Because sometimes what in the moment seems quite commonplace
 is in fact composing cherished memories and legacies! 



Titus 2:3-5(NKJV)
But as for you, speak the things which are proper for sound doctrine:
 2 that the older men be sober, reverent, temperate, sound in faith, in love, in patience;
 the older women likewise, that they be reverent in behavior, not slanderers,
 not given to much wine, teachers of good things— 
4 that they admonish the young women to love their husbands,
 to love their children, 5 to be discreet, chaste, homemakers, 
good, obedient to their own husbands, 
that the word of God may not be blasphemed.

Photo shared with their Daddy's permission๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ’–


When we have no other engagements Sunday Supper at Gramma's & Grandpa's house 
has become a highlight for both the young and old!
Last night Grandsonny went exploring in the room that used to belong to Uncle Matt
and he appeared beaming broadly, with a treasure he unearthed!
Hockey Card Collection!




To we still growing older there is much still left to learn
As we begin to shoulder wisdom we have yet to earn
As we begin to fill the shoes not worn by youthful dreams
But with meek awareness of dues that sager ken esteems
As we begin to weather ways, we once thought quite far-flung
While we were living in the days that seemed forever young

To we still growing older because death is held at bay
Where time seems to grow bolder as swift seasons fall away
We start to sense anew the age-old way staid tick-tock works
As we begin to do the things that once drew winks and smirks
But we excused with kindness because, ‘they are old, you see;
Who knows, with youth behind us what kind of ‘old’ we will be?!’

To we of slowing footsteps there is much to take in stride
As Time begins to show us that it is not on our side
And soon we too will join the ranks of neither young nor old
Or rich or poor; then give God thanks as His mercies unfold
The sacred charge of setting a careful example for
Young men and women whetting raring appetites for more

To we still growing older, (where the Done none can undo
For no one can unsolder the door that each day runs through)
We reassess the beauties of an unsealed legacy
And the blessing of duties that befit maturity
Of kinder, truer patience as we bear in prayerful mind
The precious generation that is following behind

© Janet Martin

Eph.5:15
  Be very careful, then, how you live—
not as unwise but as wise,

Sunday, January 22, 2023

As We Face What Waits To Be...

 

After two funerals, one on Friday and one yesterday
it is impossible not to be impacted by the brevity and sacredness of life on earth.
For, even though both funerals were for elderly women who had outlived
the moment life ceases to be all that matters is how we prepared for eternity!
Here we all still are, where God tips the scales of mercy in our favour,
where the invitation to 'come' resounds, 
and where redemption for sin still flows full and free!

Heb.9:27-28
Just as man is appointed to die once, and after that to face judgment, 
28so also Christ was offered once to bear the sins of many;
 and He will appear a second time, 
not to bear sin, but to bring salvation to those who eagerly await Him.

Are you among those 'who eagerly await Him 
because of His gift of salvation'?!





Daybreak tips God’s scales of mercy in our favour; faith ahoy
With the promise of his Presence we proceed with hope and joy
Armed with the awesome awareness of the power of His Word
Gladness rekindles commitment to our calling undeterred

Because no matter what happens as we face what waits to be
Nothing in the world can sever us from God and love's decree
As Time’s thread runs through His fingers and our numbered days decrease
May Hope’s finished work through Jesus fill our hearts with joy and peace

We who believe in Him receive so much to be thankful for
As the Hour is approaching that nobody should ignore
When the joy still set before us is unveiled and we shall see
He who tips morn’s scales of mercy and beckons ‘come unto Me’

Death demands life’s full attention ere it cuts time’s sacred cord
And it ushers us to reckon with the love we most adored
Pray before the hour ceases when repentance comes too late
We have put our trust in Jesus, who will greet us at death’s gate

Then, when like a little vapor time’s brief sojourn disappears
We who have believed will enter in to ‘no more pain or tears’
But for all who disregarded He whose love tips mercy’s scales
There remains the endless horror of rejection’s endless wails

© Janet Martin









Friday, January 20, 2023

This Is He Who We Adore





The call of He who was, is and will ever be resounds
The love of He who cares for all His creation abounds
The light of He who pierced the darkness of the world abides
The grace of He who sets us free through Calvary resides
The living hope of He who anchors saving faith secures
The truth of He who IS the Word eternally endures
The joy of He who is our strength consoles and satisfies
The salvation of He who shed his own blood, justifies
The armor of He who fits us for every fight defends
The promises of He who hears our humble cry attends
The holiness of He who is our helper awes and cheers
The mercy of He who is kind and faithful commandeers
The righteousness of He who is infallible prevails
The One true God in whom we trust, whose goodness never fails
Amen

© Janet Martin

Exodus 15:11
Who among the gods is like You, O LORD?
 Who is like You--majestic in holiness,
 revered with praises, performing wonders?


Psalm 92:8
But You, O LORD, are exalted forever!

Psalm 113:4-6
The Lord is high above all nations,
His glory above the heavens.
5Who is like the Lord our God,
Who dwells on high,
6Who humbles Himself to behold
The things that are in the heavens and in the earth?