Without Humility and Fear and Trembling at God's Word and Morning-tide is Gently Breaking (a Twofer today :-)

It takes patience, determination and discipline to blog this time of year!!

Yester-morn and this morning Cutie and Duty-Beauty prevailed

before I had accomplished sharing a poem here...

It's harvest and making-the-most-of-moments-

before-school-begins-again season...

Yesterday morning I first deposited all the corn on the lawn to husk but it

was so cool and windy we ended up moving into the garage!

Grand-sonny loved 'trucking' cobs to the wheelbarrow and baskets 

to keep the huskers husking!

Husking complete!

Isa.66:2

“These are the ones I look on with favor:

those who are humble and contrite in spirit,

and who tremble at my word.

I wrote the poem below before heading out to pick corn..., 

inspired in part by the above verse

and in part by plain, old-fashioned 

observation/self-examination 

Without humility and fear and trembling at God’s word

The paths of righteousness, for His name’s sake, are vision-blurred

Without willing contrition/submission of heart and soul, strength and mind

Love is oft led into temptation, sensual and blind

And without daily taking up love’s cross to suffer-long

Speech is a clanging cymbal and worship, a hollow gong

Without utter reliance and unswerving confidence

In God, the tree will not produce fruit of obedience

Without earth’s treasure taken now and then, to temper boast

Our want will never waken to desire God the most

Without the world forsaken first, God’s armor cannot shield

Us from the awful day when the unrighteous are revealed

Without the consolation of God’s hope, we lack the ken

To trust Him for salvation and knowledge of truth. Amen

We lack faith’s thankful fervor for the grace of God, who gave

Himself to be our Savior and to overthrow hell’s grave

Without surrender’s ‘not my will but Thine be done’ today

We lack the love we ought to have that bids us to obey

Without love's purposed commitment of living, sacrificed

We cannot find the fulfillment that comes through Jesus Christ

God will not keep in perfect peace, a mind un-stayed on Him

The ear is deaf if the heart has no word of God within

To lead in paths of righteousness and keep faith undeterred

With love’s humility and fear and trembling at His word

© Janet Martin

After corn husking I forgot to take photos till cleanup was complete!

All done! For now😅

The first four lines of today's poem

whispered to me out of a dead sleep... 💗

(so, if you prefer a quick ditty to

drawn-out doggerels those lines can be

its own little lyric)

Morning-tide is Gently Breaking 

Morning-tide is gently breaking like a gold lake over sod

Faithfulness, free for man’s taking tumbles from the hand of God

Goodness grants fresh salutations of love, from mercy renewed

Grace runs rife with invitations to fill life with gratitude...

Challenging easy desires and the thirst for pleasure’s vice

To a frontline that requires Giving’s living sacrifice

Morning-tide is gently rolling like a wave across the lea

Time’s tintinnabulum tolling holy opportunity

Beckoning, from mercy’s table, to drink deeply from hope’s fount

Reckoning is not a fable; someday we will give account

Pray then, that each day composes a most sober legacy

Lest we blush when God exposes what was hid, for all to see

Morning-tide is grandly sweeping over land and sea; behold

He whose kind and patient keeping dissolves the darkness with gold

He is awesome and all-knowing; earth and heaven beam and brim

With His evidence, bestowing immutable proof of Him

Until, He exchanges glimpses of His glory; time’s veil rent

Where at last seeing convinces every lofty argument

Morning-tide is gently breaking like a lake of gleaming gold

Moments, free for our taking, already slip through our hold

Softly and subtly preparing answers we will not escape

In the face of mercy’s bearing, recompense is taking shape

Where morning-tide, gently shimmers in a lake of gold and pink

Where the mist of reply glimmers, then dries in permanent ink

Come, before the tide of Morning disappears into the dark

Heed the voice that pleads with warning, lest we wait and miss Faith’s mark

Kiss the feet of the Creator, worship Him without reserve

Where He counters each debater with creation’s vim and verve

While the worshipper fills pages with humility or pride

While God crowns the dust of ages with newness of morning-tide

© Janet Martin

Helping gramma painstakingly uncurl and examine every single lemon tea leaf,

(before drying)

for tiny worms woven almost imperceptibly into curled edges!

But I love this tea so much which, I explained to them, is why it is worth the

squeamish effort!' And they love tea at gramma's house too!

1 Tim.1:17

Now to the King eternal, immortal, invisible, 

to [e]God who alone is wise,

 be honor and glory forever and ever. 

Amen.