Reading through the books of Isaiah and Jeremiah kindles
much sober reflection and speechless awe
for the sure judgment and the abounding love and mercy of God
Brush not at sin, like lint on sleeves
To save everyone who believes
Rush not, bold-faced, into the day
Without reckoning He who grants
The morn its light; bow down and pray
Mock not, nor take in vain the Name
Above all names; but chastely fear
The One, whereby prophets proclaim
Let not imagination rule
In rebel disobedience
Approach today with reverence
Lest, poorly and blindly content
With pomp and show of Noble Thought
Thy deathless soul reaps hell’s lament/torment
Thy futile prayers when troubles groan
Fall on thy knees, repent, revere
The God of gods and God alone
Do not deceive thyself, but pray
For love, devoted to obey
He whose decrees are undeterred
Bat not thy eye at the grave rift
Each soul must ford ‘neath death’s cold knife
© Janet Martin
1 John 1:9
If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins
and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
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