Monday, May 7, 2018

Oh, Tell and Tell and Tell


Jim reminds me I repeat myself too … every time I remind him we’ve already had this conversation
 (that conversation often relating to who someone is or their Freundschafft (genealogy) 
and I’m not much help in that department.
Some things I repeat are things nobody cares if they ever heard in the first place, 
but there are other things that bear repeating over and over 
because there is always a new generation that has not heard or learned it yet!

 Tell it to your children, and let your children tell it to their children,
and their children to the next generation.
Joel 1:3



A child is taught by what they hear and see; with diligence
It behooves you and me to be faithful to Providence
To tell and teach the story of His love that never fails
His love that wore a crown of thorns, His hands pierced through with nails
His love that bore our punishment and paid sin’s awful price
Though sinless He, the Son of God, became sin’s sacrifice

His Love that moved the stone that sealed the tomb that could not hold
Love's triumph over death and hell; this story must be told
…and retold lest (oh God forbid) somebody has not heard
About the love that saves us from the judgement we deserved
The fullness of the cost that saves man from death’s awful end

Tell and retell the story how but once for all Love came
How sin's illusion of freedom disguised captivity
Until Love opened up our eyes and set the captive free
How what waits beyond sorrow’s cup is worth the suffering

How all who will believe are saved through Jesus Christ alone
His grace alone our merit through the power of shed blood
Oh, never cease to tell of love that seals the gates of hell
And saves the soul that never dies; oh, tell and tell and tell

© Janet Martin



Sunday, May 6, 2018

Not The Same...(as being there)


 Imagination, as fine as it's flight is, 
Cannot transport us by pictures or fact
No matter how well we tell it or write it
Thought grasps but glimpses of full impact!
And we'll never be able to understand or care
As fully as those who can say "I've been there"

(This applies to traveling on a trip or traveling through ups and downs of life!)


Oh, you tell me it was lovely
Rave of moments fine and fair
But the truth is, there is nothing
Quite the same as being there

We are like a band of pilgrims
On time’s seasoned thoroughfare
Always looking through a window
Filled with scenes of “I’ve been there”

While the scenes of ‘you’ve been there’ oh
Though I try with all my heart
Are like reaching for a shadow
Or a phantom work of art

(I’ve heard tell of times and places
Castles, Ireland so green
Through your kind and smiling faces
I try to glimpse what you’ve seen)

But, my wildest fits of fancy
Or mind-sketches on the air
(Though quite grand) they never can be
Quite the same as being there

I tell you of scenes compelling
You attempt to feel the bliss
But the truth is, just the telling
Is not the same as the kiss

© Janet Martin

These Ties That Bind (are not unkind)


Marriage; it always feels so 'doable' (and it is!!)
when sitting in to witness two lives becoming one,
when we are re-impressed and re-reminded of its 'beauties and duties'
 Whether one has been married one year or in our case almost thirty, 
there's always something we can apply to our own versions of 'wedded bliss',
because sometimes hug and kiss hits rumble-strips and we need to slow down and re-evaluate
what and how we are doing at 'love is not self-seeking'
then recommitting to...
Love is patient, love is kind. 
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no account of wrongs.  
Love takes no pleasure in evil, but rejoices in the truth. 
It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.  
Love never fails. 
1 Cor.13:4-8  

Yesterday we celebrated two beautiful lives becoming one!

God bless you, Jamie and Becca 


( Enjoying beautiful post-wedding blooms today, gifted to us by the Mother of the bride)


Two words “I do”
And what was two
Is melded into one
What God has joined
Til death does part
Can never be undone

These ties that bind
Are not unkind
Love’s vows, promised for life
Take ‘he’ and ‘she’
And make it ‘we’
Forever, husband-wife

A miracle
None can annul
God seals what He ordains
With sacred pledge
Two lives are wed
As long as life remains

Oh, happy day
Then come what may
Love bears, believes, endures
With solemn word
God ties the cord
That love’s “I do” secures

From this day forth
For better-worse
Through living’s high and low
Love’s ties that bind
Will not unwind
Until God wills it so

© Janet Martin





















Saturday, May 5, 2018

Expectation's Enterprise (what an adventure!)






He startles us anew with green-gold-blue that we expect
He steals our breath with deaths that we know spring will resurrect
Above, beneath and all around our gaze is wonder-crowned
The beauty of the earth, a testament of Higher Ground
Where there will be no sorrow then to rob us of our joy
Where there will be no trouble our gladness to destroy
When time’s short stint has ended, filled with awe’s discrepancies
Our all will be dumbfounded save to fall upon our knees

He wakes the barren land where winter was and breaks bud’s bark
With gentle nudges He returns the robin and the lark
And all around, we are confounded where Proof spills unchecked
In nature’s un-forgetfulness that we’ve come to expect
And just as surely as we know night’s dark cups morning’s rose
We are assured of bloom secured within mute, umber floes
Where wonders without number leaves our boastful pride agape
As earth wakens from slumber and the birth of spring takes shape

 At eventide the countryside wore modest bronze and brown
Hail, hail, morning is like a bride dressed in Time’s greenest gown
Where we all turn with yearning eyes to drink our fill of He
Who scatters shards of paradise across this storm-scarred lea
He heals the wounds that winter left with lavender-pink-gold
He restores orchestras to trees; flower-fields are unrolled
And from our perches primed with prayer as Hope wars undeterred
We look, astonished, everywhere are whispers of His Word

Janet Martin

 He sends forth His command to the earth;
            His word runs very swiftly.

      He gives snow like wool;
            He scatters the frost like ashes.
      He casts forth His ice as fragments;
            Who can stand before His cold?
      He sends forth His word and melts them;
            He causes His wind to blow and the waters to flow.

(click link to read the whole glorious Psalm!)








  Heaven is the backdrop to all earthly troubles! 
(or in this case 'earthly aggravation')

Thinking of everyone who is picking up the pieces after yesterday's storm!!

Friday, May 4, 2018

Master of the Mind




Those voices in my head are not
Always polite or wise or kind
Oh, what a mess they make of thought
If left to masters of the mind

If left to masters of the mind
Oh, how the love of God I grieve
He knows that thought and sight are blind
Their voices condemn and deceive

Their voices condemn and deceive
They turn fear to a work of art
Faith would feel rather than believe
Without God’s word hid in my heart

Without God’s Word hid in my heart
I could not know the Way-Truth-life
Or peace His promises impart
Or heaven’s strength for earthly strife

Oh, heaven’s strength for earthly strife
Makes bearable life’s push and shove
A bulwark in the storms of life
A steadfast Source of Truth and Love

A steadfast source of Truth and Love
What more should mortal want or need
His Word to measure and approve
It does not falter or mislead

It does not falter or mislead
Its truth no brainstorm can outsmart
Where I am prone to pride, hate, greed
Without His Word hid in my heart

© Janet Martin