Monday, November 12, 2018

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;

Sunday, November 11, 2018

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



Saturday, November 10, 2018

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.