His Ways...

Futile to try with script of men

To pry God’s language from His pen

But let the wonder of His ways

Anoint our blund’ring prose with praise

His ways, so much higher than we

Who are transfixed by what we see

Can, like no other mastermind

Waken the worship of mankind

Then, woe to we who dare to rave

While disregarding He who gave

For what is man of lowly limb

That God is yet mindful of him

And who are we to question He

Who IS, WAS and always WILL BE

The earth and its fullness thereof

Belongs to He who authored love

Behold, the beauty of the Lord

His ways too wonder-full for word

Where the author of Awesome art

Looks to the language of the heart

© Janet Martin

Psalm 19:1-4

The heavens declare the glory of God;

the skies proclaim the work of His hands.

Day after day they pour forth speech;

night after night they reveal knowledge.

Without speech or language,

without a sound to be heard,

their voice has gone out into all the earth,

their words to the ends of the world.

A Daybreak Hallelujah

Black, black as ink dons hints of mauve then swathes of pink and gold

The way the day moves night away is something to behold

And with the light the onward fight of wrong and right proceeds

The noise of griefs and joys employs the creature’s words and deeds

The sky is like a choir bursting into glorious laud

Dawn’s hour like a flower unveiling the pow’r of God

Arise, arise, time flies silk-soft, like silver thistle seed

And draws us to the Awesome Throughway to which all roads lead

But it is not in vain; pleasure and pain of gain and loss

If we commit to suffer it as soldiers of the cross

The Prize beyond what dies and dawns instills hope’s drills with worth

And bids us climb the grid of time with more in mind than earth

Come now and bow beneath the wreath of heaven’s majesty

And raise a hymn of praise to He who loves us perfectly

He crowns the frowns and ups and downs of love and life with light

Where black as ink unshackles pink that melts away the night

© Janet Martin

 Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love,
    for I have put my trust in you.
Show me the way I should go,
    for to you I entrust my life.

Psalm 143:8

Much Beauty To Behold

 Social media is full of pictures showcasing spring-moments of marvel/worship!

So much beauty to behold as buds burst with bloom.

"Behold, these are the fringes of His ways; 

And how faint a word we hear of Him!

 But His mighty thunder, who can understand?"

Job 26:14

Such beauty to behold

The mold that shapes our days

Of dust-to-dust and hope-and-trust

Should burst with humble praise

Such beauty to behold

The Author of life’s law

Instills the loom of bud and bloom

With masterstrokes of awe

Such beauty to behold

In spite of sin’s just dues

The Giver of life’s greatest; love

Stuns us with Mercy’s hues

Much beauty to behold

No merchandise compares

To the design of copse and vine

In nature’s thoroughfares

Much beauty to behold

The Maestro of the limb

Imbues the girth of heav’n and earth

With grand glimpses of Him

© Janet Martin

To The One Who Works Wonders Without Number

 Today's sunrise was phenomenal, spanning the north and eastward horizon!

 Who does great things, unfathomable,

 And wondrous works without number.

Job 9:10

 PAD Challenge day 11: For today’s prompt, write a dedication poem.

To You, who spreads the wings of daybreak over land and sea

Magenta-coral glory gilds dawn’s yawning awning, oh

And thrums the thinning darkness with The Painter’s Majesty

And runs awry the quiver filled with starry heaven-snow

To You whose Mercy, new each morning grants another try

Where law greater than Duty authors wonder’s rev’rent praise

To you who draws the Barge of Time toward the by and by

While eyes behold but whispers of Your worship-worthy ways

To You who ever-faithful, never takes Your eyes off we

Who without fee are privy to the wonders of the world

To You who lavishes the girth of sod and sky and sea

With Beauty, Lord, let worship be love’s heart-banner unfurled

To You, who none can order or exceed in deed or grace

Oh Lord, let our awe outpour in kind humility

To You, the Author and the Finisher of human race

Who heaps time’s thoroughfare with glimpses of Your Majesty

We give You praise, honor and glory forever, amen
To You, the Way, The Truth and Life, Creator, Father, Son
To You whose Spirit dwells within the redeemed sons of men
We raise a song of worship, Lord for You are God alone

© Janet Martin

Impressions of Majesty

 And these are but the outer fringe of his works; how faint the whisper we hear of him! 

Who then can understand the thunder of his power?"

Job 26:14

The Sculptor of mist

Where shadows untwist

Intangible menageries

Wakens in the heart

Sweet love for the art

Of simple ‘almost memories’

The Artist of air

That sets morn a-flare

Before its wick wanes on the west

Ushers to touch-taste

Meeker rev’rence and grace

Aware of time’s delicate zest

The Painter of awe

On determined law

Showcases so much come-to-pass

And makes moments feel

Like wisps on a reel

Serrated with feathers and glass

The Maestro of days

Wills ways to amaze

Even the most atheistic host

And makes us aware

That Someone Somewhere

Is bigger than man’s boldest boast

The sole/soul Author of

Life’s greatest gift; love

Allots and allows us to see

A glimpse, just a glimpse

Where earth-and-sky hints

At impressions of Majesty

© Janet Martin

 "The God who made the world and everything in it is the Lord of heaven and earth 

and does not live in temples built by human hands.

Acts 17:24