Monday, January 20, 2020

Anthem of Praise


 This 'song' sort of wrote itself as the Mete-r of Mercy Renewed
mesmerizes man once more...






Oh, thrill of hope’s favour as dawn rends yon shore
Where wonder is waiting to wow us once more
As Mercy, a treasure God’s love so decreed
Will grant us the measure of grace that we need

Oh, blessed assurance for all who believe
This race of endurance bids all to receive
The prize of the promise that none can annul
Salvation through Jesus; sin’s debt paid in full

Then do not despair in the care that must be
But rather prepare for the day that will be
While we, dream-prone dancers oft vexed by faith’s foe
Are emptied of answers to explain our woe

The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak
The sky is not spilling explanations we seek
Its blossom unfetters soft parchment of pink
In awesome love-letters, not written in ink

Then, oh, how hope quivers to witness day’s birth
Love rushes like rivers from heaven to earth
As Light fells the dark, ancient ways still amaze
Joy swells wonder’s spark into anthems of praise

© Janet Martin




Yesterday afternoon as wonder wowed words speechless I thought of this song...
How Beautiful Heaven must Be

...because the beauties of earth are but faint glimpses only
of what eye has not seen nor ear heard...

But as it is written: “Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, 
Nor have entered into the heart of man 
The things which God has prepared for those who love Him.”
1 Cor.2:9

Isaiah 65:17
For behold, I will create new heavens and a new earth. 
The former things will not be remembered, nor will they come to mind.
(So don't bother trying to keep a why-list to ask God;
you'll never remember them anymore!!😇)

James 1:12
Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, 
because when he has stood the test, 
he will receive the crown of life 
that God has promised to those who love Him.






Sunday, January 19, 2020

Prayer For Pure Perspective


 Learn to do right; seek justice and correct the oppressor.
 Defend the fatherless and plead the case of the widow.”
If you are willing and obedient, you will eat the best of the land.…
Isa. 1:17-19 

"Oh God, make us willing and obedient"

For ears to hear and eyes to see
For souls that pant, my Lord, for Thee
Lest deaf and blind and starved we grope
In vain to find Your Living Hope

For longing keened by your commands
For faith to trust Your nail-scarred hands
For love to take the tender lead
Lest we follow lust, pride or greed

For diligence when dreams distract
Or logic seems to challenge fact
Lord, shine through us, pure and devout
Beyond a shadow of a doubt

Protect us from the evil one
Comfort us with ‘Thy will be done’
For You have washed our sins away
Thank-you. In Jesus’ name we pray
Amen


© Janet Martin



Saturday, January 18, 2020

While Looking Forward To...




My friend and I agreed this morning that we love living 
in Canada, where each season fulfills its expectation!
but sometimes 'dreams' can catch us off-guard...

remember this?!

This morning I thought of a dew, oops a few things I'm looking forward to...

To climb a long hill wild with blooms
To lie beneath heaths, summer-blue
Where green has made everything new
After winter’s weathered white plumes

To soak in pools spun by sun-beams
To revel in freshly-tilled dirt
While bright, laundry-laden lines flirt
With warm zephyrs, sassy with dreams

To linger with nary a chill
As the first, faint fingers of light
Tickle silver stars out of sight
With God’s quintessential quill

To rise and shine earlier then
When cold winter’s quarry is freed
To leap like sheared sheep in yon mead
And feel so much younger again

To reach for the stars in bare feet
To sit on the banks of a stream
And reckon that living the dream
Has never tasted quite so sweet

But then I say nay, my dear, nay
I’ll cherish the beautiful now
In every way I know how
Be glad for the gift of today

I’ll climb weathered hills of white plumes
I’ll pause beneath heaths, winter-gray
Where white is soon whispered away
By summer’s fresh sally of blooms

© Janet Martin


Then We Should Pause And Think A Bit...



 The drip-drip-drip of this...
created this!
With the tick-tick-tick of this...
 ...what are we creating?


Sometimes when in the thick of it
We overlook the quick of it
Betaken by the kick of it
The cuddle, push and tug
Sometimes the thrill and ache of it
The learn-laugh-love-sleep-wake of it
Startles the give and take of it
With a big, bear-like hug

The hold and letting go of it
The high-low grin-and-groan of it
The crash-croon-dash-stand-sit a bit
Is quite a symphony
Then we should pause and think a bit
Where the permanent ink of it
Sketches with subtle wink-like flit
An endless legacy

…thus we should make the most of it
The trouble, test and toast of it
And not bother to boast a bit
But bear this thought in mind
That after time’s quick round of it
We all will give account for it
Forever freed or bound by it
…the life we left behind

© Janet Martin

Romans 14:12
So then, each of us will give an account of ourselves to God.