Perspective Through the Eyes of Love

Because I Love You   Yiruma

Because I love you

The rains laugh

Touching me softly

With the beauty of belonging

Because I love you

Duty is not mundane

And moments are miracles

Leading to you

Because I love you

Every day is a fresh

And tender tribute

Of  wonder

Because I love you

I can bear

Life's relinquishment

And its rendering

Because I love you

My heart will never be empty

And my joy will ever

Be full

Because I love you

J~

We Are Much the Same

In all of our differences

By culture and creed

We are much the same

Creatures in great need

Of Jesus

In all of our differences

There is but one Name

By which men are saved

We are much the same

Through Jesus

© Janet Martin

      

Heart or Head?

Some days my heart has old ragged edges

Some days its staunch and dull as cold stone

Still, on other days it’s a beckoning blossom

With fringes unfurling in love’s golden sun

Heart, you’re a restless and way-faring drifter

I cannot trust or rely on your lead

Heart, you’re a harbor for feelings and notions

Guess in the end I must follow my head

On some days my head will allow me one day-dream

But on most days it rules with a fist

Void of enchantment or humor or daring

Grim as a woman whose never been kissed

Head, you’re a fine one, with rigid denial

Stopping your ears at the songs of romance

Seems I must hail my heart for a moment

And beg it to teach my head to dance

© Janet Martin

Reason to Be Don Williams

Infinite Incomprehension

He made Himself

Of no reputation

But clothed in flesh

Supreme I AM

Nothing desirable

In his image

Lion of Judah

Became a Lamb

Who can explain

Such humble mercy?

Love unrestrained

Beneath hatred’s blow

Who can explain

Compassion so perfect

As agony wept

Forgive; they do not know

Sweet incomprehension

I cannot grasp it

A King leaves His throne

To die on a cross

So we, wretched men

Like stars in the heavens

May pierce hatred’s darkness

As He shines through us

How I abhor

My rebellious nature

As I consider

Obedient Lord

God; putting on

Man’s filthy stature

Majesty serving

The hand with a sword

Immaculate Offering

Seals our redemption

One Lamb for all

Atonement of sin

To tell of His grace

May I never grow weary

To tell of His love

Where can I begin?

For He made Himself

Of no reputation

Clothing in flesh

Supreme I AM

Nothing desirable

In His image

Love Immortal

Became a Lamb

© Janet Martin

Marriage: It Doesn't Just Happen

 

To all us married folk I say 'cheers,

May love be so blissfully happy

we forget to count the years'

Does this cute cartoon not say it all?...now on a more serious note:

It doesn’t just happen

Love’s bearing; its bending

Is an earnest diligence

Of careful tending

It doesn’t just happen

Love’s time-tender glow

Is not something earned lightly

In life’s ebb and flow

It doesn’t just happen

Love’s sure testament

Is a shining example

Of commitment

It doesn’t just happen

By negligent living

Love is an action

Of giving, forgiving

It doesn’t just happen

Love’s tried and true grace

Is a gentle reflection

Of God’s face

It doesn’t just happen

But oh, its sweet worth

Is surely the most priceless

Beauty on earth

© Janet Martin

From my threshold of middle-age marriage I have a sudden fresher and deeper appreciation for these words;

Happy 49th Anniversary, Mom and Dad

Tomorrow is Mom and Dad’s 49^th Wedding Anniversary. I am so thankful for their shining example of faithfulness.

May God richly bless you with many more.

The Knowns in our Unknowns

The sun rises and then it sets

Upon what was or lies ahead

The hours between; life’s stepping-stones

In our journey of unknowns

With gasps of faith and hope we strain

Against the tides of ill refrain

But there is One who hears each groan

In our journey of unknowns

We cling to Truth eyes cannot see

Yet He consoles our misery

For we will never be alone

In our journey of unknowns

The path of hope is narrow, straight

Leading to Triumph’s gleaming Gate

His arms of mercy, bastions; strong

In our journey of unknowns

Step by faltering step we come

Toward the veil twixt earth and Home

Love’s nail-scarred Victory pleads us on

In our journey to His Known

© Janet Martin

Glynis, love, hugs and prayers.

Simply Moments

Every stunning failure

And each triumphant gasp

Every trembling utterance

In every love we clasp

Every breath of courage

And every tender tear

The cistern filled with laughter

Or the belly filled with fear

The sorrow in our parting

The pleasure in hello

The obligations of sound reason

The reckless joy of letting go

The wine after the harvest

And the toiling and the strife

These are simply moments

But in time they form

A life

© Janet Martin

On This Evening's Eve

On this evening’s eve

The aural scrim descends

In sable folds; it weaves

The moments, gold

To dim, then deeper blends

Purple sweeping shadows

Like painted turrets sprawl

Across the land; the meadow

A stadium where

We watch night’s curtain fall

It tugs in motionless motion

The beauty and brutality

Of this day’s lot; an ocean

Of pure grandeur

Seals its jot in history

Alpha and Omega draws

The shade; it is dark

And day is done

But only day; His love and grace

Go on

And on

And on

And on…

© Janet Martin

I took my daughter and her friend out to a field a few miles from here to watch the sun set. Victoria said that she is going to name that field Sunset Stadium. I LOVE it!:) And all that great open sky, and all that wild wonder and all that awesome creation is a mere 'whisper of Him'  ...a mere speck of His glory and grace! Hallelujah.

The girls wanted the 'best seat in the House'...