Leader, Guide, Director

The beautiful truth of God's love is, it is perfect even when life hurts! 

I wrote this poem with tears in my eyes, a lump in my throat and hope in my heart 

because God/love never fails!

Our Sunday morning message included these promises...

 The LORD will fight for you; you need only to be still."

(with easy-to-remember-reference) Exodus 14:14

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, 

who^[ have been called according to his purpose.

Rom.8:28

Mist morning-tide seeps through hushed deeps across flushed meadowlands

It kisses slumb’ring worlds from sleep and rouses time’s demands

Where oft the ways of right and wrong collide and intersect

And oft we need to pray to God to lead, guide and direct

To lead us from temptation else we would be drawn astray

To guide through tribulation when we cannot see the way

To direct our path when mercy feels misunderstood

And trust His word, pure, undeterred ‘He works for our good’

He orchestrates, beyond mankind’s perception, Perfect Plan

His thoughts and ways are higher than the thoughts and ways of man

So Lord, forgive us when we doubt; our errant want correct

And teach us how to trust You as You lead, guide and direct

 

© Janet Martin

He leads me in the paths of righteousness For His name’s sake. Ps.23:3

Guide me in your truth and teach me, 

for you are God my Savior, and my hope is in you all day long.

Ps.25:5

In all your ways acknowledge Him, 

And He shall direct your paths. Prov:3:6

 

Happy Mother's Day

...from one of my favorite timeless sermons by Peter Marshall entitled Keepers of the Springs
for the whole sermon click the link...below are a few fav parts of the message

Dear Mom,

To spell my fondest thoughts of you

Ink font is not equipped to do

And tongue alone cannot attest

To depths I plumb to try to wrest

From grateful heart, the perfect way

To tell the thoughts I wish to say

Yet eloquence cannot out-do

These simple words; Mom, I love you

© Janet Martin

and an oldie dusted off ...
(This poem is attached to the fond memory of my sister, a friend who composed a melody for this poem, myself and our daughters singing this poem/song years ago at a mother's Day service at church.
This friend's mother passed away while she was attending our oldest daughter's wedding)
Thinking this morning of all my friends who miss their mother's hands that helped to shape theirs)

Mother's Hands

 Not because of gold or silver
Not because of jeweled bands
Not because they’re soft and perfect
Do I love my mother’s hands
But because these hands once held me
Tenderly close to her breast
And because these hands would point me
To the path she knew was best

Mother’s hands so gladly labored
Mother’s hands so seldom still
Never seeking her own favor
Giving always her free will
But the thing of greatest beauty
As she tended to each care
Was her source of strength for duty
Mother’s hands were hands of prayer

Mother’s hands would clap to praise me
For a good deed I had done
Mother’s hands were there to save me
When my deeds had hurt someone
And my mother’s hands would teach me
What is right and what is good
Mother’s hands would always reach me
When no other hand e’er could

Mother’s hands so full of power
When her load was hard to bear
Even in life’s darkest hour
Mother’s hands would fold in prayer
Oh, no matter where I travel
Or how great the sights or grand
There is none to make me marvel
Like my mother’s praying hands

Praying hands can reach her children
When they’ve gone so far away
Mother knows that God will reach them
As she folds her hands to pray
Gracious Father, up in Heaven
Bless each mother everywhere
In each country, tribe or nation
Bless the hands, the hands of prayer

Janet~

excerpts from Keeper of the Springs
(click image to enlarge for easier reading)