Hallelujah Fount (because we need its Certainty in these Uncertain Times)

This song that Victoria was listening to this morning...

and this verse  I read in my morning reading...

For from his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace.
John 1:16 ESV or NLT version
From his abundance we have all received one gracious blessing after another

 ...helped inspire today's poem...

because let's face it; it takes more than the piece/peace of pie to turn panic to peace!

When we begin to count

Blessings bestowed, unfurled

We feel a hallelujah-fount

Drown the fear of this world

As we begin to see

With kinder, meeker stance

The philharmonic symphony/sympathy

That mercy’s Maestro grants

Where we are not alone

To face the foe of dread

Where God is still upon His throne

Yet with us every step

Where seasons keep their pace

And grace is never swayed

In spite blessings we disgrace

And messes we have made

Where we live in moments

Of one day at a time

Where we are the recipients

Of promises divine

For no man here on earth

Can fully reassure

Without God’s Word to instill truth

Whereby we will endure

And then, as we believe

Speech becomes dumb with awe

Where we were numb now we perceive

The wonder of love’s law

And how God sees our need

Beyond the present fuss

And works ahead to intercede

On the behalf of us

His light of Righteousness

A lamp unto our feet

His hope through divine promises

To make the bitter sweet

His Beauty marred and scarred

With testaments of pride

Where love trod a road cruel and hard

And then was crucified

…to pay the debt we owed

To defeat death and hell

To prove the Sovereignty of God

With the tomb’s empty shell

Where we, unto this day

May touch those Hands engraved

With the insignia of grace

By His name we are saved

Ah! Then the blessing-fount

Thought cannot comprehend

As humbly we begin to count

His mercies without end

Where Heaven’s Finale

Is worth earth’s short travail

While we lean on His Guarantee

Of love that will not fail

© Janet Martin

Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing.
1 Thess.5:11

another awesome song...

Joy Secured

 He shall cover you with His feathers, 

And under His wings you shall take refuge; 

His truth shall be your shield and buckler.

Psalm 91:4

Joy, like a priceless gem

Is lost sometimes it seems

Amidst the noise and wild mayhem

Of fear and broken dreams

This day the Lord hath made

Is not some hapless/hopeless fling

But lends its lease of Mercy Stayed

Beneath love’s feathered wing

‘Come to me’ He implores

Where many do not hear

The Voice that comforts and restores

The joy that calms our fear

His joy is our strength

His hope is our peace

His Word is our sure defense

Against truth’s enemies

Though sorrow sets a snare

And morrow none can tell

Beneath the shelter of His care

We know that all is well

Joy amidst suffering

Ah, raise your hymn of praise

Beneath love’s faithful, feathered Wing

Unfurls man’s breadth of days

Where loss cannot begin

To compete with the gain

Of we who have confessed our sin

And trust in Jesus’ name

© Janet Martin

 May the God of hope fill you with all joy 

and peace as you trust in him, 

 so that you may overflow with hope 

by the power of the Holy Spirit.

Romans 15:13

As We Look Up...

Do you ever visualize, when you pray before you start your day; 

as from our feeble grasp to His all-encompassing arms 

we relinquish our cares, both of the known and the unknown,

do you ever visualize as we look up 

God, so rich in mercy reaches down?!

Oh, how I LOVE Him! 

From the barely breathed beginnings on the threshold of new day

How sweet to rest our head upon God’s shoulder as we pray

What tender comfort buoys us toward the great unknown

As we look up and sense love’s immense mercy reaching down

How sweet to picture Jesus, with hands disfigured with scars

Brushing away the tears that wash our cheeks like falling stars

And visualize, as we look up, God’s everlasting love

Is reaching down to remind us that His grace is enough

© Janet Martin

 For you did not receive a spirit of slavery that returns you to fear, 

but you received the Spirit of sonship, by whom we cry, “Abba! Father!

Romans 8:15

For All We Face...

 Often the day is well on the way before the poem is complete...

and the lines get tucked in between toast, tea and other such crumbs and spills.

 

Let's pray our day is never not-so-well on its way 

because we didn't pray

We all need God so much whether our cares are great or small,

public or private, He cares for one and all

and in the prayer-room His peace frees us from fear's would-be shackles!

Aren't you thankful?! 

Ephesians 6:18
Pray in the Spirit at all times, with every kind of prayer and petition.

 To this end, stay alert with all perseverance 

in your prayers for all the saints.

From yonder portal of new day

Resounds Mercy’s role call

Where true believers bow to pray

No care too great or small

To lay before our gracious God

As long as life endures

We plea for grace to trust the rod

That tests what faith secures

The brunt of consequence unkind

The fear of the unknown

The snares set for the idle mind

The heart, as hard as stone

All these would fill a bitter cup

Hope would not be restored

Save for the pleas that we lift up

To pour before the Lord

Thus by God’s grace with prayer-braced might

We face what waits to be

We walk by faith and not by sight

Where God’s love sets us free

To live without fear’s binding dread

To rise above despair

To trust Him for what lies ahead

To hear our humble prayer

© Janet Martin

Hour After Hour or To We Who Believe...

He meets us in the moment

Even before we ask

He grants sufficient grace and strength

To fit us for the task

Where hour after hour

Till time falls at His feet

He offers us His hope and love

To make our joy complete

Ah, what more could we ask for

Than confidence to trust

To believe that we are able

Through Strength instilled in us

Where hour after hour

We are never alone

As through His glorious power

He makes His presence known

© Janet Martin

 Psalm 38:9
O Lord, my every desire is before You; my groaning is not hidden from You.