Now when he saw the crowds, he went up on a mountainside and sat down.
His disciples came to Him, and He began to teach them, saying:
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.
Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst after righteousness,
for they will be filled.
Blessed are the merciful, for they shall be shown mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called the sons of God.
Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you
and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me.
Rejoice
and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven,
for in the same
way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.
The way we look at life is oft distorted; mortal sight
Distracts us from the fundament of mercy’s guiding Light
The answers we desire He has promised in wise ways
Beyond temp’ral assurances that satisfy our gaze
The footwork of an hour forges ways before untrod
But each path merges in the end where it began, with God
And what unravels day to day, where tears and laughter flow
Is never far away from the kind grace whereby we go
Not up to us to understand, but simply this,
to trust
God cups in caring, nail-scarred hands this transitory dust
His perfect will is faithful still, when hope and help seems
dim
His Ultimate desire that we learn to lean on Him
He knows this blip of fellowship with living's highs and lows
Will soon sweep these bone cages into death's ageless repose
To save us from the wrath to come when this earth-sum is spent
The heart of His Compassion rests beneath the skin we see
For as He breathed upon the dust Man Became Living Soul
For oh, He is the Potter, we like clay upon the wheel
Redemption’s Living Water softens hearts as hard as steel
There is no best or worst of us; God loves us all the same
And leads us through
the places that teach us to trust His Name
© Janet Martin
Yet you, Lord, are our Father.
We are the clay, you are the potter;
we are all the work of your hand.
Isa.64:8
Has not my hand made all these things,
and so they came into being?”
declares the Lord.
“These are the ones I look on with favor:
those who are humble and contrite in spirit,
and who tremble at my word.
Isa.66:2
