My Christmas Prayer...

For those out on the cold, dark streets
Bereft of warm home-fires
For those who have no food to eat
Or any shoes to wear
For all the children of the world
Without a mother’s care
Oh, God touch every boy and girl
In this, my Christmas prayer

I pray for those who’ve never heard
The Message born that night
For hearts that have not yet been stirred
Convicted of their plight
For those to whom so much is given
And yet they do not share
Oh, touch them, gracious God in Heaven
In this, my Christmas prayer

For those who know the narrow way
And know that it is hard
I pray their footsteps will not stray
When they are weak and tired
I pray for those who give though yet
They have nothing to spare
Bless them, oh my loving God
In this, my Christmas prayer

I pray our hope for Christmas rests
Not in the rushing throngs
But in the message shepherds heard
And in those angel-songs
Peace on earth, good-will to men
Shine on us everywhere
Renew in us your joy again
In this, my Christmas prayer

Janet Martin~

To him who is able to keep you from falling
And to present you before his glorious presence
Without fault and with great joy…..
To the only God, our Savior
Be glory, majesty, power and authority
Through Jesus Christ our Lord
Before all ages both now and forevermore!!!

Jude 24-25

This is the One we celebrate!!!!!
Hallelujah!

May the joy of the Lord
Richly bless you,
Not only at Christmas
But all year through!!!

Master-piece Morning....

He lifted the sun above the edge of the world
A handful of pink and amber and gold
Flinging its light across the sky
Across the snow-clad fir and pine
Transforming blue fields of an hour ago
With an iridescent, coral glow

Masterpiece morning, a breathless calm
Descends on a landscape robed in last night’s storm
Just as in life each storm will not stay
But in the glad morning will pass away
Masterpiece morning melts across the land
As I see a touch of the Master’s hand……

Janet~

....weeping may endure for a night
but joy comes in the morning. Ps.30:5

Restless....

I should be happy, as I gaze at the dawn
Melting in a gold haze across the lawn
I should be happy, this sea of gold
Should make me forget the bitter cold
But my mind is restless with thoughts of dew
Green July mornings or midnight blue
My mind is restless with the memory of rain
Its scent as it washes a warm, dusty lane
My mind is restless with the sound of a breeze
Sifting through the willow-trees
Oh, my mind is restless with the song of the moon
Drifting across a soft night in June
And my mind is restless with a shade of true blue
With the echo of summer, sunshine……..and you


J~

Song About Life

Time moves on, the old man dies
Love is born, a baby cries
Hallelujah, hallelujah
The apple falls from Adam’s hand
Sin's curse is sown throughout the land
But God above, He has a plan
Hallelujah, hallelujah

Here comes the sun, here comes the bride
The young girl dreams, all starry-eyed
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Youth looks at the bride and sighs
Middle age just wipes her eyes
And looks at dreams like butterflies
Hallelujah, hallelujah

Time moves on, the river runs
Love lives and dies ‘neath many suns
Hallelujah, hallelujah
They all said he died too young
He was only eighty-one
But loved ones all die way too soon
Hallelujah, hallelujah

All that is born must someday die
Love that is young will laugh and cry
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Eden will return again
Oh, the serpent will not win
‘Cause God above, He had a plan
HALLELUJAH, HALLELUJAH,
HALLELUJAH, HALLELUJAH

Janet~

Love at Christmas....

It sings in every snowflake

That tumbles from the sky

It hums across the sparkling earth

And laughs in children’s eyes

It bursts in festive flavors

And melts upon the tongue

Oh, this is love at Christmas time

Alive in old and young

The warm, sweet scent of ginger

Still lingers in the air

Excited little fingers

Place cherries on with care

As every little cookie

Is garnished with a ‘kiss’

Oh, this is love at Christmas time

No season quite like this

So put away the worried frown

Light up the Christmas trees

The snow is softly falling down

Like tender memories

Too soon this too shall pass away

Oh, hold your loved ones near

For this is love at Christmas time

The best time of the year

Janet~

Second snow-day……cancellations etc.

It was time to concentrate on the

Tasty side of Christmas……..

Victoria and I made shortbread:) m-m-m-m

It'll take some extra crunches tonight;)

The Lover of Night....

The lover of night cannot waste it sleeping
For then who would see where the lone breeze is weeping
Or as earth reaches up and the heavens bend low
And two become one in a silver-blue glow
Who would see stars on the ocean’s crest?
Or Venus, a stellar eye in the west
If the whole world would sleep then no one could tell
Of the dark, trembling leaf as another star fell
Ivory faces on smooth, satin pillows
Can not hear the whisper of moonlight in the willows
Or tell you the color of one a.m.
The deep shade of velvet at midnight’s hem
The lover of night is roused by the sigh
Of an amber-kissed cloudlet drifting by
Through un-curtained window she drinks in the tune
Of spring, summer, autumn and winter-white moon
The lover of night has known the caress
The subtle delight of complete quietness
Entwined in her heartbeat, yet soft on the air
The music of midnight serenades her there
The lover of night is a tormented breed
For it never can quite satisfy her need

Janet~

Grief......

Some grieve with whiskey
And some drown in tears
Some grieve for moments
And others for years
Some grieve in silence
And some grieve in prayer
Some grieve without
A hand to hold anywhere
Some grieve within
And others show all
Some with a pen
As ink teardrops fall

Janet~

Winter's Night or Such is Life......

Your altar is not made of stone
But of a starry sky
And moonlight captivates the throne
Where all our daydreams lie
I wander on your muted turf
Quiet and wistfully
For suddenly it seems the earth
Is a vast silver sea
As on its crest I sail alone
Across the wave of time
Beyond the troubles I have known
To where the bluebells climb
For just a few short months ago
We sat upon this wall
And gazed at garden paths below
And heard the waterfall
But now, besides the winds that blow
There is no sound at all
The crickets left three months ago
The song-bird ceased to call
As to a fairer shore she flew
Until the beck of spring
I look to where the roses grew
There is no whispering
Of little breezes as they laugh
Within its scented bloom
They scampered down the garden path
Before the night of gloom
And russet teardrops deck the soil
Beneath the thorny stem
Somnolent image of our toil
And what becomes of men
Ah night, a labyrinth of thought
Within your quietness
Vain pretense is all for naught
And utter foolishness
The reeds that blew are stiff and dead
The winds no longer smile
And every bloom has bowed her head
On some dark, garden isle
And such is life, the dawn of death
A journey to the night
Where we will draw our final breath
And take that final flight

Janet~