Praise Worthy

 O praise the Lord, all ye nations: praise him, all ye people.

 For his merciful kindness is great toward us: 

and the truth of the Lord endureth for ever. 

Praise ye the Lord.

Psalm 117 

Believe it or not, this is more than a

Sing-before-dinner-at-a-family-reunion prayer😀

He is praise-worthy...

 For He has chosen you and I

To be a part of This

To hold the Light of this world high

And shine to all He IS

For He has fashioned for His praise

Each day and all therein

And does not withhold hope or grace

Or forgiveness of sin

For He so loved each one of us

He sent his Son to be

Sin’s perfect sacrifice; Jesus

Redeems and sets us free

…and He has chosen you and I

To be part of His joy

Part of His truth that will not die

And no one can destroy

…then praise the Lord of heav’n and earth

Never let His song dim

For He has placed in us His worth

To be a part of Him

© Janet Martin

Trust Worthy

“Everyone should just trust Jesus” said Five-year-old Faith

to me yesterday morning during Sunday School. 

And so, in spite of all the times we fail we trust again...

For happiness contingent on

Love’s humble thankfulness

For lasting difference hinged upon

Love’s daily faithfulness

For reverent worship fixed upon

Love’s total forgiveness

For hope and courage anchored on

Love’s Rock of righteousness

For strength and grace to carry on

Love’s High-Call common-ness

For triumph through the Only One

Who leads to Heaven-ness

© Janet Martin

How often do we hear/read this verse below and still 'lean on our own understanding'?!

 Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;

Prov.3:5

To Remember Enough

To remember enough

To love God first

And then our fellowman

To remember enough

To make a difference

In any way we can

To remember enough

To not take for granted

This Homeland where we live

And never take more for ourselves

Than we are willing to give

© Janet Martin

Of Teenage Green-age

PAD Challenge day 10; For today’s prompt, write a teenage poem.

You are oblivious to Time’s fleet feet; the starry street

Of love and life still virginal; the bud tender and sweet

Your panoramic outlook rife with possibility

Not stricken yet with Relinquishment’s ‘never meant to be’

You are an almost-butterfly still shedding your cocoon

Undaunted by The Swiftness that undoes the afternoon

Your senses keened to fantasies that youth aspires to

No dusty archives in your head as yet to mar the view

You are the future’s wheels in motion forging forward where

The aftermath of Beaten Path leads to more than thin air

Your visage not yet haunted by the echoes of a stream

Your shadow falls behind you as you leap from dream to dream

Where the green-leaf of knowledge primes the vestiges of skill

Time's college full of trade-masters waiting to test sheer will

Before the roar of decades turns the spirit young and free

Into the very people that you vowed never to be…

your parents

© Janet Martin

On The Army of Thought...

 Thought is an army, veiled, we think

Behind our eyes and such

But always revealed by the chink

in its armour, called Touch

 (Above paragraph from the book Uncle Tom's Cabin)

Thought covers eons in a wink

And weighs nary a mite

But meters far more than we think

In fear, hope and hindsight

Thought is a rover and force

That scales what none can see

Save in the very certain course

To which touch will agree

Thought masterminds all kinds of woes

Exceeds the bounds of law

It breeds the seeds that deeds expose

And nothing can withdraw

Thought makes the man; its cravings feast

On what is in the trough

Where Thought must tame and hone the beast

That never gets enough

Thought is perception’s quintessence

An army in a cup

That wrangles with each circumstance

By how we fill it up

© Janet Martin

 Let this mind be in you which was also in Christ Jesus:

Who, existing in the form of God,

did not consider equality with God something to be grasped,

but emptied Himself,

taking the form of a servant,

being made in human likeness.

And being found in appearance as a man,

He humbled Himself and became obedient to death—

even death on a cross. 

Phil.2:5-8