We Are Not Forgotten

We are not forgotten

Tossed upon time’s shores

Nor beggars of mercy

That God’s grace out-pours

We are not forsaken

Left to fend in vain

Vessels with no Captain

Nay, God holds the rein

We are not defeated

Born simply to die

Fear has no dominion

Over you and I

…if we have repented

If we have believed

If we, by the grace of God

Have His gift received

God knows every soul-cup

God loves everyone

But we are all lost sinners

Without His dear Son

…without His salvation

Free to one and all

No one is forgotten

Have you heard Him call?

© Janet Martin

... so that in the ages to come 

He might show the surpassing riches of His grace 

in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus.  

For by grace you have been saved through faith; 

and that not of yourselves, 

it is the gift of God; 

not as a result of works, so that no one may boast.…

Eph.2:7-9

 For the word of God is living and active and sharper than any two-edged sword, 

and piercing as far as the division of soul and spirit, 

of both joints and marrow, 

and able to judge the thoughts and intentions of the heart.

 Nothing in all creation is hidden from God's sight. 

Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account.

Heb.4:12-13

A wonderful worship song here 

and here

Of Dressing Rooms and Newborn Bloom...

Another day is waking

Breaking o’er street and hill

From heaven’s well where none can tell

What waits its span to fill

The wick of dawn is kindled

And by light of new day

Onward we go, we do not know

Its shrouded come-what-may

The morning is upon us

Mercy’s ignited flare

Moves mystery to history

Beneath God’s faithful care

Another day is granted

For man’s worship or boast

It’s newborn bloom time’s dressing room

Toward what matters most

© Janet Martin

 Thus says the LORD, "Let not a wise man boast of his wisdom, 

and let not the mighty man boast of his might, 

let not a rich man boast of his riches; 

but let him who boasts boast of this, 

that he understands and knows Me, 

that I am the LORD who exercises lovingkindness, 

justice and righteousness on earth; 

for I delight in these things," 

declares the LORD.

Jer. 9:23-24

Winter-tree

This tree seemed to beg 'poem me' while on my walk today...

Barren bark of winter

Stripped of lullaby

Sketched in simple grandeur

Against azure sky

Sometimes a white mantle

Gilds your naked form

Winter’s stalwart sentinel

Weathering the storm

Nature’s hero braving

Lion-tempest’s roar

Soon you will be waving

Green-leaf limbs once more

© Janet Martin

You Make Me Think...Mother to Daughter Poem

You make me think of summer

Sun-sparkle fills your smile

Your eyes hold stars and when you sing

Life’s care pauses a while

You make me think of flowers

Butterflies, gentle rain

Your laughter is a yellow sun

And I am young again

You make me think of hours

Time’s precious, hurried ways

Garners moments and seals them in

Past’s treasure chest of Days

You make me think of living

For the sheer joy of you

Because I know that soon, my dear

You’ll be a woman too

You make me think of praying

And thanking God above

That He saw fit to bless my life

With a daughter to love

© Janet Martin

I think I'll put this one in Victoria's birthday card next week:)

 Our writer's group homework assignment is to write a poem  about a family member, 

so this poem will serve a few purposes!

I cannot believe that another almost-year has passed since this and this!

The Child in Us

It seems that ‘growing up’ insists on tempering our touch

I pray, God keep the child in us immune to years and such

Maturity is needful, yes, but oh, in spite of it

Permit us to stay young enough to romp with elves a bit

…and never outgrow tea-parties with griffins, wood-nymphs, gnomes

Permit the child in us to keep a pixie in our homes

Sustain, after we are all grown, the world-that-never-was

And let it keep alive a carefree bit of child in us

© Janet Martin

Cyndy's Post reminded me of a story I read recently about Rev. Charles Ludwig Dodgson, better known as Lewis Carroll 

Click on images to enlarge then right-click on 'view image' to zoom in for easy reading.
This story is from a Book entitled Arrows of Desire by F.W. Boreham D.D.

 

 

Having just read this story helped me to notice this book  at our local thrift store!