Wonders Never Cease

 A glimpse of today's wonders and it's not even half-past morning yet!!

Ah, wonders never cease

Where trouble’s ways increase

Still nature’s tides release

Ripples of constant awe

As seasons overflow

The banks of Bygone’s woe

With love’s breath-taking show

(Love is the Giver’s law)

Wonder with fresh surprise

Ignites a thousand sighs

It delights our eyes

With beauty’s blessing-feast

Then lift thine drooping head

Mercy does not forget

Wonder’s buffet is spread

On north, south, west and east

Yes, wonders never cease

Midst constant chaos, peace

Where flowers, hills and trees

And innocence and such

Fill hearts with joyful praise

For life’s most common days

Never cease to amaze

Beneath the master’s touch

The woodland’s tranquil path

Winter’s green aftermath

The faithful autograph

Of sunrise-riven lease

Where Mercy is renewed

Where hope is bloom-imbued

Where grace stirs gratitude

Where wonders never cease

© Janet Martin

Psalm 40:4-5

 Blessed is the man who has made the LORD his trust, 

who has not turned to the proud, 

nor to those who lapse into falsehood.

Many, O LORD my God, are the wonders You have done, 

 and the plans You have for us— 

none can compare to You— 

if I would proclaim and declare of them, 

they are more than could be numbered.

There's Something About Morning (Makes Us Glad)

  Behold, God is my salvation, I will trust and not be afraid; 

‘For YAH, the LORD, is my strength and song;

 He also has become my salvation.’ ”

Isa.12:2

For all the fear and trouble that nobody can escape

There’s something about morning as we see it taking shape

That makes us feel like favourites of He who grants its grace

And stirs a hymn within the heart and smile upon the face

For all the hurt and heartache that still waits to test time’s cast

There’s something about morning as it hoists its glorious mast

That makes us feel like heirs of so much more than we deserve

As God so rich in mercy showers earth with light and love

For all the ways that we could count to crumble in despair

There’s something about morning that evokes a humble prayer

Where Hope hails to the masses to trust and not be afraid

And to rejoice in this; the day that our Lord has made

There’s something about whispers escalating to hurrah

As we, the beneficiaries of Beauty gape in awe

While He who Was, IS and Will BE flings gleaming gates ajar

Where something about morning makes us glad right where we are

....glad to be (however teeny) a part of something grand 

The Workmanship and worshiper of He, First in Command

That suddenly makes sacred the Dusk toward which we strive

Where something about morning makes us glad to be alive

© Janet Martin

Audrey expresses exactly how I feel about morning in this clip! 😀

Of Refreshed Footholds...

From the rising to the setting of the sun, 

the name of the LORD is praised.

Psalm 113:3

Finding a refreshed foothold on fathoms of endless deep

Day draws its waking breath in golden breadths of heaven’s sweep

The eloquence of moments spills without the gift of speech

Dawn, always laden with a sheaf of new lessons to teach

Today is always new, where we, never too old to learn

Are students, educated by the hand of no return

Where one’s wisdom increases not with easy song-and-dance

But by unequivocal truth that trips our arrogance

The seasoned way of seasons seeps through skylines and through skin

It does not cater to our whims of disgruntled chagrin

But woos the way it always has where highs and lows entwine

Into a labyrinth of tear-and-laughter grafted vine  

Let’s labour to be thankful to the Giver of our days

And not let longing rankle what should be a hymn of praise

From mercy-meted rising to the setting of the sun

Let’s turn want into worship for the war our Lord has won

© Janet Martin

Honour-bound!

This poem was inspired by the closing remarks in a letter we received last week...

"The grand purpose of our lives is not that we...
(and they expressed their heart's desire which for privacy I cannot share)

—it is that God would use us to reflect his glory—may He accomplish this in all of us!"


Amen!
This perfect purpose keeps us grounded
no matter who or where we are
no matter what we do.

 Nature, decked in snow-glory is rousing hymns of awe and praise this morning!

No matter where we find ourselves in doing what we do

Whether it is a hard knock walk or prayers and dreams come true

Whether we gain peopled applause or labour without laud

We are created for one cause; to bring glory to God

The best and worst of ‘blessed and cursed’ does not affect the charge

One purpose binds us as all aboard time’s elemental barge

Where pray, we muster more than an obligatory nod

For ultimately we were born to bring glory to God

Then in the thick or thin of it;

The kick-caress, groan-grin of it

It helps us keep chins up a bit

If we remember this;

No matter what of loss or gain

Or flying high or cross of pain

Its albatross is not in vain

For where these are God IS

So then no matter who we are or where, or what we do

None of us are exempt from the purpose we are called to

Where in pursuit of hard-fought goals we will be mercy-awed

If we commit with heart and soul to bring glory to God

Ah, yes, his ways are higher than thought’s gaze can comprehend

And though our heart’s desire must oft learn to wait and bend

We will not languish in despair beneath love’s testing rod

If we make our wish and prayer to bring glory to God

© Janet Martin

 “Whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.” 1 Corinthians 10:31.