Father In Heav'n (Yet Near Enough...)

Ps.9:1-2 &8- 9

(read the whole glorious chapter here)

I will give thanks to the Lord with my whole heart;

I will recount all of your wonderful deeds.

I will be glad and exult in you;

I will sing praise to your name, O Most High...

...The Lord is a stronghold for the oppressed,

a stronghold in times of trouble.

And those who know your name put their trust in you,

for you, O Lord, have not forsaken those who seek you.

Oh how our hearts groan as we pray 

for cares close to home and far away...

Our Father which art in heaven...

(yet, oh so near!)

I began this poem bright and early but the New Furnace Installers arrived

bright and early as well!

And because the computer, where I write is right in the main living area

where they were constantly walking through

I decided to finish it after they finished, 

which turns out to be tonight!

This poem was inspired in part as the very familiar opening to The Lord's Prayer

filled me with fresh wonder!!

Father in Heav’n, (yet near enough to hear Thought’s heart-borne plea)

How oft, with reverence and love, through living’s high and low

We pour before Thy throne of grace, our praise and agony

There You restore our souls so we can face faith’s cunning foe

Where, without You vainly we grope for hope and comfort true

For, hopeless is all hope without the hope we find in You

Father in Heav’n, (yet near enough to catch a falling tear)

No circumstance transcends Your love that reconciles and saves

Goodness and mercy’s author, You tread on dread’s storms of fear

When doubt’s dark tempests bother, You rebuke its wind and waves

As, through the power of your Word You fit us for the day

Faithful and true, You undergird all who trust and obey

Father in Heav’n (yet near enough to be our constant Stay)

Your love, an everlasting love that calls us all by name

You came to seek the lost, for all like sheep have gone astray

And though you knew the cost you did no King’s exemption claim

But suffered in our stead the price, redemption’s crown to win

Once and for all, the sacrifice that broke the curse of sin

Father in Heav’n, (yet near enough to know our every need)

Deliver us from evil with Your love that will not fail

When we do not know how to pray, Lord, kindly intercede

Remind us, come whatever may, Your purpose will prevail

No enemy can intercept what love has overcome

Father in Heav’n, (yet near enough to lead us gently home)

Amen

© Janet Martin

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