What a Way to Live and Die...Unafraid

The story behind this song...

What a way to live

Unafraid to die

Peace; a gracious gift from God

If we on Him rely

What a way to die

Unafraid to live

Because the peace of God bestowed

The best that life can give

© Janet Martin

'What a way to live', he remarked to me, 'unafraid to die!'

Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.  Phil.4:6-7

You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you. Isa.26:3

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid. John 14:27

She Misses Him

It is hard for her to let the world

Glimpse her full heart

Where all the words

He never wrote

Become a

Mantle

Of

Thought-art

And all the thoughts

He couldn’t say… the thing

 that made her lose her way…

She misses him but cannot find

The road that takes her back in Time

© Janet Martin

He Misses Her

The blood of ink

Wept from his soul

Cannot abolish

Or console

The hollow

Filled

With echoes

Where

Once he loved

Her.

But now the air

Is like a stair

That charts the miles

Of broken hearts

And shattered

Smiles...

© Janet Martin

Grab Life By Its Fingers and Twirl...

Grab life by its fingers and twirl,

Grab life by its arms; take a chance

Grab love and its gilt tilt-a-whirl, my friend

Who knows when we’ll dance our last dance?

Un-tether the ties that bind

Unfetter the fears that drain

Together we’ll weather the weather, my friend

Whether of gold sun or cold rain

Emerald of spring, amethyst

Of summer-swept petal or mist

Sapphire sigh or ruby-beamed sky

Diamond of dew on dawn’s wrist

Life’s treasure in full measure spills

Rampant above and beneath

Drink from the chalice of moments, my friend

Who knows when we’ll draw our last breath?

Grab life by its fingers and twirl

Oh, suffer its sorrow-romance

Grab love by its shoulders and never let go

Who knows when we’ll dance its last dance?

© Janet Martin

Do We Think to Pray?

Before we touch our feet down

To face another day

Oh, do we pause a humble bit

And do we think to pray?

Before we race head-long into

Life's unknown-riddled way

Do we look up with head bowed low

And do we think to pray?

Before the tide and tempest of

Today unfurls its fray

Do we grasp Mercy's hands of love

And do we think to pray?

 

Janet~

Please pray for Jim, mentioned here. He is journeying the last miles of his way to God's arms.

Do we merely think...or do we think, to pray...?

Of A Mother's Heart

A mother’s heart is filled with words

That ink can never form

An ocean tossed, a cradle, soft

A pillar in love’s storm

A mother’s heart is full of art

That brush could never read

A corridor of sacred scars

Where rawest splendors bleed

A mother’s heart is squeezed and torn

Where hands can never reach

It bows low-small yet stands full-tall

Where love must learn and teach

A mother’s heart is flesh and blood

And yet a longing stair

Up to the One who hears the groan

Where love is stripped and bare

A mother’s heart is soft as silk

Yet firm, unshakeable

Methinks a mother’s heart must be

A sort of miracle

© Janet Martin