Showing posts with label proverbs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label proverbs. Show all posts

Thursday, January 3, 2019

On Keepin' Our Chins Up and Keepin' the Faith


All those proverbs and clichés we spout are proof of what life has always been about;
living and learning through life’s troubles and our mistakes.
Keeping our chins up, when the going gets tough, the tough get going,
because it’s always darkest before the dawn
so we just keep on keeping on
because tomorrow’s another day
and every cloud has a silver lining
and if a stitch in time didn’t save nine
we put more water in the soup ‘cause there’s better days a-comin’!

 What has been will be again,
    what has been done will be done again;
    there is nothing new under the sun.

Eccles.1:9

 


Seems we’re never at the end of earnin’ some new learnin’
But the greatest of these, love, just keeps us all returnin’
Pedal to the middle, oh, and old nose to the grindstone
Countin’ blessin’s darlin’, workin’ fingers to the bone

Seems life never tires of the curve ball and the cutter
Work a whole harder for a bit of bread an’ butter
Pray a whole lot longer for a seed of faith to cling to
Come what may the Lord will never leave you nor forsake you

What won’t break us makes us stronger, but don’t try to borrow
That which breaks the donkey’s back (don't worry ‘bout tomorrow)
Strive toward the one reward, jubilant and fervent
Face to face with Christ the Lord, “well done, faithful servant”

© Janet Martin

 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. 
Each day has enough trouble of its own.

Matt. 6:34


Monday, July 10, 2017

Of Enemy or Friend (and a few pho-etic Proverbs...)





Time’s dividend of touch and taste persuades us to pursue
The cue of enemy or Friend with whom we have to do
Ah, quickened leap of wake and sleep; each patron must decide
Whom they will serve with heart and soul where guilt and grace collide

The Truth, unless we seek it, cannot open up our eyes
Ah youth, then mine for it before your howling hunger dies
How numb we soon become when we are too preoccupied
With what we see instead of what we sense somewhere inside

We want for Much but much of what we want soon fades to naught
The prattle of a fool is nothing but noise swift forgot
How effortless the downward road, how hard the Upward climb
How pitiful the pomp and show of lords living for time

While man looks on the outward there is One who knows the heart
Where Friend and enemy within are near, yet far apart
Thus, while we live-love-labor in This Fleeting Thing That Is
Wisdom bids us remember, oh, we serve Much More than This

© Janet Martin

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