To God Be The Glory Forever

 To God Be The Glory

To God be the glory

He did not withhold

The wonderful story

The cross would unfold

From death’s scene, so gory

From grief’s gloomy knell

Christ rose in victory

Over death and hell

To God be the glory

Death did not prevail

For sinners so sorry

His blood will not fail

Faithful to the finish

He suffered the cost

Nothing could diminish

His love for the lost

To God be the Glory

His beloved Son

Fulfilled His Love Story

With ‘Thy will be done’

Knowing Mercy’s offer

Would make scoffers laugh

Yet willing to suffer

On scorner’s behalf

To God be the glory

Whatever we face

Is not without mercy

From love’s nail-scarred grace

Whatever the sorrow

We must suffer through

To God be the glory

For He suffered too

To God be the glory

All who have believed

Will share in the Victory

That Jesus achieved

Through Redemption’s story

Of Never Again

To God be the glory

Forever, amen

© Janet Martin

Lent to Lose (in order to find)

On Sunday our message was from Matthew 16

 including the challenge in verse 25;

"For whoever wants to save their life will lose it,

but whoever loses their life for me will find it."

Oh, how easy it is to forget

Life is a gift, lent!

...a gift with sacred reckoning

on how it is spent

Only Trust Him-Alan Jackson

This poem is inspired in part,

by a family tragedy...

On Sunday night my nephew's 19 mo. old son went missing on their farm.

His body was recovered on Monday in a manure pump.

Please pray for strength and comfort

for my brother Stuart and their family and

esp. for my nephew and his wife, Charles and Andrea!

Sometimes the certainty of sorrow tries to steal the glow

And make us worry ‘bout tomorrow and what none can know

Sometimes senses of satisfaction lose approval’s nod

As love suffers the hard attraction that points man to God

Sometimes the trouble we are born to tests want’s willful way

Tempting man with doubt’s first question ‘did God really say?’

For we see only the pieces; the picture as a whole

Must wait until God’s will releases body from the soul

Sometimes people are prone to ponder Mercy’s Upper Hand

But we were born to trust and wonder, not to understand

Born to find strength in surrender, not in a fist we raise

Born to be a humble spender of numbered, gifted days

Sometimes our own idea of what should or should not be

Makes us rebel against replies of ‘be it unto me’

Sometimes sudden loss reminds us not to take for granted

What we soon will leave behind us, back to He who lent it

© Janet Martin

 

 

 

From a Fount That Forges Memories...

Happy 2nd Birthday, sweet grand-daughter!

...though without a doubt the celebration is bittersweet this year!

This is not quite the poem I had in mind but

 circumstance sort of moved the heart in this direction today!

Details here on

Divine Design

From a fount that forges memory’s fond mementos, mercy-lent

Pours the future to a suture that weaves pictures, echo-bent

Who knows what will flow from heaven to bestow laughter and tears

Where dawn kindles what dusk dwindles until ‘lifetime’ disappears

From the hand of God (no other, lest we confuse hierarchy

And forget the One who numbers days before one came to be)

From His hand, (the fount of mercy) time’s momentous stream runs rife

Until the will of the Giver returns to Himself, each life

Sacred is the surge of seasons, slowly reeling farewell in

Holy is the toll of twilight, siphoning the soul from skin

Precious is each gifted hour, arranged step-by-steppingstone

Faithful is the loving Father drawing his dear children Home

© Janet Martin

Your eyes saw my unformed body; 

all the days ordained for me were written in your book

 before one of them came to be.

Psalm 139:16

Divine Design (updated)

.(here is the update mentioned this morning)

Last night my nephew's 19 mo. old son went missing

on their farm.

His body was recovered today in a manure pump.

Please pray for strength and comfort

for my brother Stuart and their family and

esp. for my nephew and his wife, Charles and Andrea!

I will say of the LORD, 

“He is my refuge and my fortress;

My God, in Him I will trust.”

Psalm 91:2

Psalm 18:2

The LORD is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer. 

My God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield,

 and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.

Psalm 94:22

But the LORD has been my stronghold,

and my God is my rock of refuge.

What a Friend We Have in Jesus

No matter what designs the must of trials we pass through

In Thee oh, Lord we place our trust; our refuge is in You

With gaping wounds of heart and soul, beneath the blows of loss

We plead for faith to make us whole by looking at the cross

For when life’s cup of joy is marred by sorrow’s agony

You reach with Hands redemption-scarred; our refuge is in Thee

The places that once brimmed with love and laughter’s harmony

Are full of tears, our visage dimmed with groaning sympathy

To Thee oh, Lord we pour our prayer; when understanding fails

Help us to place our burden where Your faithfulness prevails

To lean upon your promises for they are kind and true

No matter what designs the test, our refuge is in You

© Janet Martin

 

Wealth of Wonder and Love

 

Wishing you a wonder-full and lovely day!

This morning is a gray, rain-drop spangled lake

rather than the golden wake of a few dusks ago...

What if this would be enough; life’s wealth of wonder and love?

What if we were satisfied with the joy that these provide?

What if our words would brim with thanksgiving’s heartfelt hymn?

What if this was happiness; finding more by wanting less

Life is rich when love/God is first; wealth of days, wonder-immersed

In spite of hard hills and holes, love and wonder still consoles

Waking worship’s madrigal, making life so worth it all

While we learn to cherish more, so much to be thankful for

Let's not seek plunder of stuff but more of wonder and love

Overflowing cups of praise from a decanter of days

Taking sparkles from life’s fount, making every moment count

Filling fortune’s treasure trove with wealth of wonder and love

What if, for all that we lack we found something to give back

Finding in love's kindliness the secret to happiness

Deepening, as years go, reverence for  'you and I'

Finding love and wonder's laud grounded in the grace of God

© Janet Martin

And let the peace of God rule in your hearts,

 to which also you were called in one body; and be thankful. 

 Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom,

 teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, 

singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord.

Col.3:15-16

Ah, This Is Faith

Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering;

(for he is faithful that promised;)

Heb.10:23

Living Hope- Phil Wickham

We do not have the eyes to see the ins and outs of doubt and dread

We cannot know the high and low of ways and means that lie ahead

That happiness of Mercy’s ‘yes’ is but the prelude to its ‘no’

Ah, this is life, where joy and strife run rife through grace whereby we go

Sometimes we strain to seize the rose forgetting beauty’s brutal stem

And he who suffered painful blows beneath its thorny diadem

How mercy bore without reproach, the horror of Golgotha’s tree

He did not choose to use His throne to refuse God’s authority

For this is love, the author of each sacrifice we choose to make

Without reproach, but simply for the glory of the Giver’s sake

Who offered to give all He had to prove the Father’s love for we

Who could not bridge the awful gap between God and humanity

Then pray, today our goal would be to wholly, humbly honour He

Jesus, who did not despise us, though He could behold Calvary

The brutal blows, the blood-bathed woes before His triumph over death

Then pray today our goal would be to praise His name with every breath

...for this is hope, to know in Whom we have believed and fully trust

In He whose sacrifice achieved once and for all, redemption's cost

Ah, this is faith to hold fast to the truth that His Word has made known

Until we touch the scars that tell how death and hell were overthrown 

© Janet Martin

Invisible Onus

 

While waiting for wild gales to subside a bit before going out

I seized the extra-poem opportunity without delay 😊

Opportunity is a bud begging to bloom!

It alights on the break of day like bird upon a limb

It spreads its fare like a buffet waiting to be a hymn

A sacred supplication from the moment we awake

An open invitation to be willing to partake

To rich and poor its coffer spills, minding ability

So we may seize its offer; it is Opportunity

It grants the chance to hope and pray, to do the best we can

To work with what we have today, and love our fellowman

To be a good steward with what God allots to our care

And not get caught up in the fruitless thought-life of ‘compare’

To bear the yoke of circumstance with meek humility

Aware that life is like a dance with Opportunity

…a bittersweet succession of love’s laughter, pains and aches

It lets us learn life-lessons, not through failure, but mistakes

It does not shake its head and sigh of us, ‘it is no use’

But with each day of granted breath we are without excuse

By the grace of the Giver, to embrace what waits to be

Where life is like a river rife with Opportunity

…that spills its ilk of silk and steel in an ethereal sup

Sometimes a milk and honey meal, sometimes a hard road up

Where nope and yup pour from a cup without jangle and form

Where Hope is but a wraith-like rope that dangles in the storm

Until it is the anchor of the Soul, then we will be

Equipped by faith that makes us whole, for Opportunity

© Janet Martin

As we have therefore opportunity, 

let us do good unto all men, 

especially unto them who are of the household of faith

Gal.6:10

The Truth About Things

This poem was inspired partly by this morning's Bible Love Note

and partly by spending a few hours yesterday burning

brush picked up and raked form the yard...

'At death all Things will turn to dust and ash'

Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: 

and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.

Eccles.12:7

Truth does not shift its weight from foot to foot

Or like a shadow; it is absolute

The precedence of God no one outranks

Man’s part is to obey and give Him thanks

This keeps the heart from becoming enslaved

To the futility of Things, the ‘old man’ craved

Truth teaches us to value what we ought

Lest in the quest for wealth, Truth is forgot

Only treasures in heaven will not rust

All else at death will turn to ash and dust

Naked we came and naked we will leave

Beware, lest snare of Satan doth deceive

The grave is the cadaver’s final splash

At death all Things will turn to dust and ash

© Janet Martin

 Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, 

where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. 

20But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, 

where moth and rust do not destroy,

and where thieves do not break in and steal.

21For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.…

Matt.6:19-21

On that note I am about to leave to buy some things,

Because some Things serve a sweet cause such as

 a gift for Grand-daughter's second birthday!

Last year store-lockdowns and Covid restrictions

 kept her first birthday a rather low-key

celebration. no gifts, no party!

This year hopefully we will celebrate with renewed awareness and thankfulness

 of the preciousness of words like 'together' and 'hello'

and 'have a piece of cake'!