My sister dropped off a belated birthday card yesterday and a bag of poems she clipped or copied from here-and-there that she thought I might enjoy...I opened the card and teared up at these familiar, yet dearly, precious verses.(if you click on the image, then right click on 'view image' it will be easier to read)
If we succumb to thee, oh murderer of hope and pen
If we allow you to endow our How with death, what then?
And if, because you are so present in each untried thing
Or in what we cannot full see, pray, who would laugh and
sing?
If we grant chilling numbness leadership, ah, then we die
While still the mouth inhales, exhales; our spirits lifeless
lie
The dreamer would be empty and the poet would be too
And no one in the world would dare to try anything new
God, bless our trembling fingers, wobbly knees and lips
stiff-dry
And bless the pulse that quickens as we utter this, ‘I’ll
try’
For we were given spirits to love one another here
And not to live as half-a-man because of thee, oh Fear
Then pray the Lord to instill in our hearts His perfect
peace
And trust him for the outcome in our awesome weaknesses
For Faith is fear’s arch-rival, quieter perhaps but oh,
Fear cannot conquer or usurp what God has said is so
© Janet Martin
If we have not believed in He
Who saves us from death’s hell,
Then we should be afraid,
Very, very afraid
There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear,
because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect
in love. 1 John 4:18
