Half a Mustard Seed

I Need Thee Every Hour

I’ve always known my faith untried

Might be but half a mustard seed

Yet I know I cannot sustain

The depth of my most trivial need

And so I reach beyond myself

For this I know most certainly

There is a higher Hand to grasp

Although its form I cannot see

How can I know until it’s tried

The measure of faith’s depth or creed

I have trembled, prayed and cried

As I beheld my mustard seed

But as the unknown road of life

Tries me in its turn and twist

I reach above this temporal strife

To unseen Truths I know exist

I cannot see this Hand above

But oh, I feel its tender touch

It surrounds with His love

And I don’t worry quite so much

Humbly I whisper, for a spark

Though it is half a mustard seed

Will glimmer through the darkest dark

And render peace in spite of need

© Janet Martin

Of Seeds and Such...

They fall along the wayside

A subtle scattered seed

As thought becomes an action

And action becomes deed

With studious regarding

We should tend the field

Where first the seed is starting

Before it bears its yield

For soon along the wayside

The seed begins to grow

And soon our hidden thought-life

Observant eyes will know

They fall along the wayside

A subtle scattered seed

With diligent discernment

Its ilk we ought to heed

© Janet Martin

Where True Love Shines...a re-post

I wrote this approx. a year ago and I want to re-post it as a thanks to all of those traveling 'second miles'.

I’ve heard love declared in words
And garnished with a smile
But I have seen it walk its talk
Within a second mile

True love needs no ruse or guise
It needs no pomp or style
And it will always prove itself
Within the second mile

Love is not a fancy hat
That we may don awhile
Nor does it wait until its asked
To walk the second mile

There is no facade in love
No pretense in its smile
And I have felt its purest touch
Within its second mile

Janet~

Of Destinies and Dreams...

Creeping above earth’s elusive ledge

Are hints of a new unknown

For only One can see beyond

The course of the rising sun

Man may plan and dream and plod

Toward ambition’s goal

But destiny resides with God

For He is in control

© Janet Martin

Rest Well, my Love

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Rest well, my love

All those dreams we’re dreaming of

And all those fears we fear

All the hopes we’re hoping for

Will simply wait, my dear

…or, while you rest perhaps our dreams

Will unfold like a flower

Our harbored fear might disappear

As Hope affirms its Power

© Janet Martin

Poetic Bloomings Prompt; 'get some rest' was too timely to ignore...hubby is in hospital recovering from ruptured appendix!

Would I?

Would I?

If Christ turned and looked at me

From cries of hatred’s violent clan

Would I stand beside Him or cry fearfully

‘I never knew this man’?

Could I?

If they all stood with arms up-raised

And rocks within their grasp

To stone me; would I declare God’s praise

And to His love hold fast?

Will I?

Will I, in spite of enemies

My Savior’s love defend

And live life’s moments faithfully

For Him until its end?

© Janet Martin

The Fellowship of Silences

The Music in It Prompt: Silence

To commune with silence

is blissful fellowship

in proper balance

But oh, the oceans

that surge and slip

as we dance

Silence teams

with wanton whispers

The sky is full

Memories and dreams

of which I am not master

Push and pull

Silences cannot be stilled

by stopping of ears

or closing of door

Who knew that silence could be filled

with the sound of tears

pelting a phantom shore?

Silence is a painter

A Maestro of thought

composing master-piece art

on canvases broader

than heavens above

but sealed in the heart

J~

In Spite of Rough Drafts

When dreams and intent scrawl a rough draft

Upon the tablet of our thought

As we ponder the impending day

We know nothing but this…

The unknown and unexpected are a testing craft

Instructed in moments tenderly wrought

Be He Whom we would be wise to trust in and pray

© Janet Martin

 “Never be afraid to trust an unknown future to a known God.” Corrie Ten Boom