Forever God

Turn of the volume...sing it out!

On the throne

Above the ages

There abides

Eternal Truth

On the earth

Eden’s curse rages

As we suffer

Sin’s abuse

Fear and failure

Spill their anguish

On the cold

And calloused sod

Grace and mercy

Never languish

Testifying

He is God

Time reveals

Truth’s certain harvest

Sinful seeds

Bear consequence

But the Father

Of compassion

Ever pleads

In our defense

Death would be

Our sure damnation

But for heaven’s

Tender rod

Our sin

For His salvation

What a Savior

What a God

No cross of earth

Is foreign to Him

For the cross

Of Calvary

Bore affliction,

Persecution

Slain Perfection;

Victory

Fear not, fear not

Oh troubled traveler

For wherever

We may trod

God is still

Holy, immortal

And forever

Ever God

In His hands

He holds time’s morsel

We are not

Damned to the grave

Perfect Love will

Conquer evil

He is mightier

To save

Come, join the throng

Of hallelujahs

Nature swells

In joyful laud

As we exalt

Master, Creator

Alpha and Omega

God

© Janet Martin

Morning...

 This morning the sun-rise looked like a pink heart-cloud:)

Awesome God

Morning in triumph rends night’s raven bar

Mercy and grace have not withdrawn their hope

Ascending over earth’s need-stricken slope

Opaline glory flings its gates ajar

To shed upon this toil and trouble strand

Not judgment, void of love’s long-suff’ring plea

But from the backdrop of life’s mystery

Holy compassion lavishes the land

From porticoes not marred by flesh and blood

He bathes the dark with heaven’s hallowed flood

Marauders of covetousness and lust

We gaze from sepulchers of want and greed

To He who for mortal’s Primary Need

Put on a robe of humble, human dust

And Immortality with arms wide spread

Upon rough timber, cried out ‘it is done’

He satisfied The Need for everyone

Redemption once for all, His blood was shed

And all He asks of us is to believe

In Him; and everlasting Life receive

He does not leave us pining in the Dark

But lights the Way for everyone to see

For Truth and Life lead to eternity

And Hope is more than a translucent spark

His faithfulness and mercy lights the dawn

Forgiveness flows; sacred, sufficient stream

Not sealed within death’s mute, mystic requiem

But pouring from the power of the Son

As Light in triumph rends night’s heavy veil

His mercy, grace and love will never fail

© Janet Martin

 

Images of Praise

How can our praise remain

A brief, un-uttered thought?

As images of passion brim

In shades that Heaven wrought

We pass this way but once

A sun and shadow flight

Where images of love entrance

Our vision with His might

The earth, beneath His care

Spills seasons on the land

As stunning images declare

The wonders of His hand

How can our song be still

In brief, anemic gaze

As sky and sea, as field and hill

Burst forth in nature’s praise?

Dare we to remain dumb

While stones and mountains swell

With images of wordless song

Mere men can never quell?

Oh, may our hearts and lips

Pour forth in word and deed

Pure images of thankfulness

As He sustains our need…

…and may our songs of praise

Never dare to be still

As images of hope and grace

Adorn earth’s mortal rill

© Janet Martin

“I tell you,” he replied, “if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.” Luke 19:40

Holy, Holy, Holy

Stuttered Praise

...and it just kept on shifting; frame after gorgeous frame!




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
  They have no speech, they use no words;
    no sound is heard from them.
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,     
their words to the ends of the world. Psalms 19:1-4

You receive our humble, heartfelt stammers

In our fumbles you fill in the blanks

Your Holiness embracing murmured thanks

Rising o’er the din of carnal clamors

You whisper to us from the gleaming Gate

As daylight folds beneath heaven’s command

Your glory tints the molten, mystic strand

Spanning the void twixt ‘welcome home’ and ‘wait’

Hatred and fear’s projections cannot mar

The portal where the feet of angels tread

The aftermath of daylight rests its head

Upon the Hand that lights the evening star

We stand upon earth’s shore; as stuttered prayer

Scales the unfathomed reaches of the air

© Janet Martin

The sunset tonight left me speechless with awe…

Any attempts at word; mere stammering ineptness.

All I could whisper was, “Oh God, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you”

The sunset was a sort of an almost circle north-west-south and partial east!..I had NEVER seen anything quite like it!

Lord Most High

My Perfect Boast

Oh, let me boast of nothing else

But Jesus and His glory

For there is nothing in myself

Of worth, but His love’s story

Nothing of merit can I bring

To offer of my service

But what is granted by a King

Through love and mercy gracious

Oh, let me boast of nothing else

But Jesus and His glory

Who sacrificed His life for us

In love’s astounding story

© Janet Martin

A Synchronicity Poem

 Poetic Bloomings invites us to attempt a synchronicity poem

"Synchronicity" defined is the state or fact of being synchronous or simultaneous; synchronism. Coincidence of events that seem to be meaningfully related.

This form consists of  eight three-line stanzas in a syllable pattern of 8/8/2. This poetry type has no rhyme and is usually written in the first person (variation removes that restriction) with a twist. The twist is to be revealed within the last two stanzas. Created by Debra Gundy.

If the Lord wills, the sun to rise

Dissolving the darkness in gold

Glory

If the Lord wills, rain to nurture

Earth’s fallow and field where farmers

Have toiled

If the Lord wills springtime its green

Summer’s gold and autumn’s crimson

Blessing

If the Lord wills shaded bowers

Barren land to burgeon with corn

And wheat

If the Lord wills strength for the day

Hope in each gifted intake of

Man’s breath

If He imbues us with talents

And the marvelous indwelling

Of love

If we acknowledge our vast

And our complete dependence

In Him

Dare we to claim one syllable

Of His praise, His honor or His

Glory?

© Janet Martin