Monday, June 15, 2020

This Sacred Life

Happy Half-way Through June
...a month always gone-too-soon!


...and the dust returns to the ground it came from,
 and the spirit returns to God who gave it.
Eccles.12:7

This sacred life, each breath not like sands strewn upon the shores of time
But threads that weave the treads we celebrate and grieve as up we climb
Where all too soon the sun and moon and stars shall dim their lofty flame

This sacred life oft runs too rife with critics and ways to condemn
Rather than servants ministering like The Good Samaritan
Oh Lord, convict us lest we fall prey to the pomp and show of pride
Rather than bear hate’s stripes and scorn in honour of The Crucified

This sacred life is like a flicker on the wick of Evermore
A prelude filled with bickering and battles where faith and fear war
Before a stone-cold door swings shut on all but Death’s Great Mystery
As our last breath gives way to the on-ness of Immortality

This sacred life, how dare we raise a fist to fellowman or God
But cling with humble reckoning to He who cups sky, sea and sod
Where grace and discipline are rendered by a tender Rod and Staff
By He who did not spare His Son but gave Him up on our behalf

To be the Saviour of the Soul; ah, this instills that sacred chord
Where views will be distorted if not seen through the lens of God's Word
For He so loved the world He gave His only Son to pay the price
As sin’s ransom once and for all; we are saved through love’s sacrifice

This sacred life, bought with the blood of king of kings and Lord of lords
Is a gift to be treasured, not fought with the smite of word-shaped swords
Oh Lord, forgive we who forget and wield a tyrant’s hateful knife
To hurt rather than help a precious fellow-mate of sacred life

© Janet Martin

I wrote this yesterday morning after listening to this video...


... just before this message below from one of our ministers at WBC
explaining a parable I have often puzzled over!
Thank-you Richard!

both reminding us of the sacredness of this SHORT life
of numbered days


Saturday, June 13, 2020

Source of Refreshment




Depth of being craves refreshment from a Source that hidden springs
Longs for more than wars that drain the bounce from feet that once wore wings
Seeks Something beyond the borders hinged to heav’ns from sea and sod
Depth of being craves refreshment that can only come from God

Hope hones something skin and bone is not equipped to satisfy
All we have and hold and touch will fade into the by and by
Like a bud that bursts with beauty ere the petal strews the dust
Hope hones something deeper than the skin and bone of wanderlust

Longing cannot find salvation in the promises of man
Shallow is the celebration limited to this world’s span
For the mortal is instilled with Hidden immortality
Longing is the hand that reaches for the hand that holds Hope’s Key

Depth of being craves refreshment from wells not hollowed from dust
Hope hones something that can only be attained through humble trust
Longing cannot find salvation in the props people applaud
Depth of being craves refreshment from the Fount of Faith in God

© Janet Martin

Psalm 36:8
They feast on the abundance of Your house, 
and You give them drink from Your river of delights.



Friday, June 12, 2020

The Missing Link...



What is that invisible Blight
That twists the logic of insight
And bends the rules of holiness
To satisfy material ‘yes’
What takes motives of Good Intent
And wreaks havoc with its dissent

What feeds the failure to discern
Objective’s ultimate return
And blinds perception’s acumen
With what seems credible, but then
When looking back we are surprised
At what it lacked when undisguised

What makes a man stoop to new lows
In a maelstrom of verbal blows
Where no one is better or worse
When it comes to that inborn curse
Because the plight of humankind
Is universally entwined

What makes mere mortal swagger-bold
While love for life’s Giver runs cold
What warps wisdom’s intelligence?
And strips the mind of common sense
Could it be lack of holy fear
For the God we ought to revere

© Janet Martin

The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge,
 but fools despise wisdom and instruction.


 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom;
 all who follow His precepts have a rich understanding. His praise endures forever!

Prov. 9:10
The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom, 
and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding.

Thursday, June 11, 2020

Wonders Never Cease


 A glimpse of today's wonders and it's not even half-past morning yet!!







Ah, wonders never cease
Where trouble’s ways increase
Still nature’s tides release
Ripples of constant awe
As seasons overflow
The banks of Bygone’s woe
With love’s breath-taking show
(Love is the Giver’s law)

Wonder with fresh surprise
Ignites a thousand sighs
It delights our eyes
With beauty’s blessing-feast
Then lift thine drooping head
Mercy does not forget
Wonder’s buffet is spread
On north, south, west and east

Yes, wonders never cease
Midst constant chaos, peace
Where flowers, hills and trees
And innocence and such
Fill hearts with joyful praise
For life’s most common days
Never cease to amaze
Beneath the master’s touch

The woodland’s tranquil path
Winter’s green aftermath
The faithful autograph
Of sunrise-riven lease
Where Mercy is renewed
Where hope is bloom-imbued
Where grace stirs gratitude
Where wonders never cease

© Janet Martin

Psalm 40:4-5
 Blessed is the man who has made the LORD his trust, 
who has not turned to the proud, 
nor to those who lapse into falsehood.

Wednesday, June 10, 2020

Glorious Green





Green hills and fields
Green lawns and glades
Green fronds and leaves
In countless shades
Green opens up
Its floodgates wide
And lavishes
The countryside
Ah, tell me
Who has ever seen
More hues and tints
Than glorious green

...where June is like 
a gallery
To showcase 
green's grand majesty
And earth is like
a beauty queen
Decked in a thousand
Shades of green
The train of glory's
gown unfurled
And trailing all
around the world
 

© Janet Martin