Enough...A Prayer

Once more, mercy, new every morn

To we, of creature-plea

Sustains us till our souls are borne

Beyond the part we see

For all eternity

 I Set My Hope on Jesus

 

This morn, dear Lord I ask Thee not That I should understand Thy ways

Or decipher Thy higher thought, but trust in Thee and sing Thy praise

I ask Thee not for paths of ease, but lead me with Thy love so true

To wonders, veiled in agonies, when nothing but Thy Word will do

I ask thee not for wealth or fame; these are the pride of worldly want

Help me to glory in Thy name to shield me from deception’s taunt

Dear Lord, this morn I do not ask for more than Thy unfailing Hand

To hone, through commonest of task the holiness of Thy command

I ask Thee, Lord, for awe unplumbed as I think about Calvary

Forbid my heart is ever numbed to Thy great sacrifice for me

But, through the highs and lows of life, bid I praise Thee from morn to morn

And taste the mercies that run rife, though thou wast pierced with sword and thorn

Enduring hatred’s heinous blows, suffering even unto death

Yet, crushing death as You arose, my Lord, Giver of every breath

Maker and Ruler of all things, and captain of Salvation too

Lord, baptize my desires in springs where nothing but Thy Word will do

This morn, Lord, with joy undeterred, help me take up love’s cross anew

Knowing hope anchored in Thy Word will be enough to see me through

Amen

© Janet Martin

Today's poem was inspired in part by this morning's reading...

Heb 2:8-10

Thou hast put all things in subjection under his feet.

For in that he put all in subjection under him, he left nothing that is not put under him. 

But now we see not yet all things put under him.

9But we see Jesus, who was made a little lower than the angels for the suffering of death,

 crowned with glory and honour;

 that he by the grace of God should taste death for every man.

10For it became him, for whom are all things, and by whom are all things,

 in bringing many sons unto glory, 

to make the captain of their salvation perfect through sufferings....

(read whole glorious chapter HERE)

Today's prayer was also drawn in part

 from hope's awe as I pondered

 the sacred taking up of

our cross each new morn, to follow Him

Matt.16:24

Then Jesus said to his disciples, 

“Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves

 and take up their cross and follow me.

I Will Wait For You

A Rare and Gleaming God-send; Today

Wild flowers drive wonder wild with worship...

or, is it worship wild with wonder??

Thank-you, thank-you!!

Dear God and dear property-owner 💖🙏

On my way home from lunch with my mother-in-law today

I stopped at this field, which I glimpsed as we 'flew' by yesterday...

Nothing can steal the thunder of wonder awakened by

God’s word and handiwork bursting with earnest ‘Here AM I’

A rare and gleaming God-send rends the air and wends its way

To where we are to raise the bar of recompense's prey

Where what is past is cast in Bygone’s everlasting wake

Where every morn mercy reborn grants every breath we take

Where beckoning, response and reckoning subtly become

Without a shadow of a doubt, a lifetime’s sacred sum

Ah, what more can we ask for than the anchor of the soul

Than God’s unreserved fervency of love enough for all

Than knowing He is able; faith’s foothold stable, secure

In awesome promises He gave to stave the Tempter’s lure

He leads us, not into temptation but to holiness

Guiding the meek and seeking into paths of righteousness

Nothing can steal the thunder of wonder awakened by

God’s word and handiwork bursting with earnest ‘Here AM I’

God, give us ears to hear till it is You for which we yearn

And it is You that others see through faith’s humble return

Where a great cloud of witnesses lavishes sky and sod

And we, once proud have bowed in eternal worship to God

A rare and gleaming God-send rends the air and wends its way

To where we are; let’s raise the bar of recompense Today

For, what is past is cast in Bygone’s everlasting wake

But, every morn mercy reborn grants every breath we take

Where beckoning, response and reckoning subtly become

Without a shadow of a doubt, true worship’s sacred sum

© Janet Martin

Yesterday our worship service was opened with Psalm 89

Here are a few glorious excerpts-

11 The heavens are yours, and yours also the earth;
    you founded the world and all that is in it...

14 Righteousness and justice are the foundation of your throne;
    love and faithfulness go before you.
15 Blessed are those who have learned to acclaim you,
    who walk in the light of your presence, Lord.
16 They rejoice in your name all day long;
    they celebrate your righteousness.
17 For you are their glory and strength,
    and by your favor you exalt our horn.[d]
18 Indeed, our shield[e] belongs to the Lord,
    our king to the Holy One of Israel.

This is My Father's World