Worship

Not a ‘Sunday-morning-pew-thing’

Not an hour, two or three

But may each day I am living

Be my worship unto Thee

Not a portion of recitals

Nor vain scripts of piety

But in spirit true and humble

May my daily worship be

© Janet Martin

Amazing Grace by Celtic Thunder

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

Intangible Obsessions

The intangible obsessions of the mind

Grasp at the tenure of time’s thinning air

There is nothing in its filament we find

To soothe our anguish, longing or despair

To want is but to waste our granted lot

A trampling of life’s bloom into the dust

How bitter is the gall of selfish thought

As we consume the draught of tainted lust

To pant and chase the fathoms of the wind

Is but to clutch the fabric of a sigh

The intangible obsessions of the mind

Are boundless as the reaches of the sky

To open wide the eye within our thought

To see what grace and love and life have lent

Will stir us to desire what we’ve got

And fill the void of futile discontent

© Janet Martin

I Pray

When my heart is heavy as I plead for the lost

Indifferent or ignorant of denial’s great cost

When unfathomed reaches of eternity weigh

Against love’s gripping sorrow

I pray

And I pray

Oh, God let your grace remain yet one more day

When guilty fear seeks to persuade me of lies

Insisting that His blood cannot pay sin’s full price

When doubt and oppression in dark oceans sway

I cry out to His Spirit as

I pray

And I pray

Oh God let Your grace carry me all the way

When I seem too small for the load I must bear

As I stumble and fall beneath love’s weight of care

When hope, help and Heaven seem far, far away

From earth’s vale of living

I pray

And I pray

Oh God, for Your grace is sufficient each day

© Janet Martin

Wayfaring Wanderer

Oh, wayfaring wanderer

Drifter unchained

No arm has withheld you

No hand has restrained

No shackle has bound you

No fence, rampart, wall

Has ever dissuaded

Or slowed you at all

There is no barrier

That you cannot scale

No ocean or heaven

That you cannot sail

You daredevil drifter

As free as the wind

But  far more precarious

For you are

A mind

© Janet Martin

Without a Word

When midnight’s sky is somber; bare

When summer’s good-by fills the air

When the limp shroud of yesterday

Drifts like a cloud, far and away

When the breeze dies and all is still

Save for the sighs as willows will

When scent of rain and memories

Drip from the raven-colored trees

And naught but cricket-song is heard

The silence speaks without a word

Janet~

Unforceable Forces

One cannot force

Passion

Or a dream

Or love

But if we love

We dream

With passion

© Janet Martin

These Are The Days of Grass

These are the days of grass

We shall not pass

This way again

Time does not refund one hour

To loiter in the balmy bower

Of youth’s hungry, untried dreams

Nor dare, with boundless virgin power

The lust of it’s untested schemes

For Time, life’s ever-wizened teacher

Corrals our brazen scope

Offering us today for living

And for tomorrow,

Simply hope

© Janet Martin 

It seems these days if I need to know something

all I need to do is ask my kids...ah, sweet youth, the age of answers:)