We Thank Thee...

 Praise the LORD. 

How good it is to sing praises to our God, 

how pleasant and fitting to praise him!

Ps.147:1

A Few Yesterday Thank-you Moments in photo...

"Do you like my new shoes?" she asked, beaming with pride. "I put them on all by myself!"

For these common ties that bind us

To the day with task’s demand

For Thy faithfulness behind us

And Thy faithfulness at hand

For Thy mercies, new each morning

Since man’s downfall sired need

For dawn’s fresh ‘hello’ returning

Where we planted yester’s seed

For the goodness of a Father

Who so loves this human race

Patiently to each You offer

For guilt’s deadly impasse, grace

For Thy never-ending Presence

For Thy never-failing care

For Thy never-needless lessons

To teach us to trust Thee more

For Thy fount of wondrous blessing

‘Who can count Thy loving ways?’

Precious Lord of earth and Heaven

We thank Thee and give Thee praise, Amen

© Janet Martin

One of my most-listened-to songs because it applies to every single day...

 

Below is a 'Thanksgiving' song 

but for some reason as I plant and dig I find myself humming it over and over

Better Than A Wishing Well...

 "I wish always we can be a family" 

I heard her say tenderly to her penny before she tossed it in the wishing-well...

then as we walked away she looked up at me and asked, "Janet, how can I make my wish come true?"

When you make a wish, my precious

And you want it to come true

Tell your little wish to Jesus

He knows what is best for you

Then the little wish you wished, dear

Does not fade into thin air

But wafts all the way to Heaven

When a wish becomes a prayer

 

© Janet Martin

Nocturne

Soft as thistle-down the hour

Like a bitty butterfly

Like the petal of a flower

Like the tremor of a sigh

Like the flicker of a candle

Like the shiver of a breeze

Tips its teeny hat, unravels

Leaving only memories

 

Soft as silver mist the twilight

Gathers to its phantom fold

Frameworks filled with almost-midnight

Caskets filled with gray and gold

Where the dark is like an ocean

Slowly rolling toward shore

Until intangible motion

Swallows up what is no more

© Janet Martin

Perfect...

It’s not perfect; time’s arrangement spills with Duty’s charge and change

We are always touching something that the morrow will estrange

Darling, dormant ages slumber where no footsteps ever tread

Twilight tucks its newest member into past’s eternal bed

Morning like a misty matrix forges from its gorgeous ilk

That which weathers time’s wayfarers with tethers of steel and silk

Where the threads which weave a lifetime fall through fingers far above

Where what is not perfect passes first through Hands of perfect love

Darling, let’s not be too hasty to assume gloom’s so and so

Creatures perched on earthy bleachers speculate but cannot know

The full impact of the pieces that seem more like shards than grace

Where what is not perfect leads us nearer to That Perfect Place

It’s not perfect; but let’s reason together while here below

‘once our sins were red as scarlet; now we are washed white as snow’

And the pardon for the verdict that would damn each soul to death

Has been signed by Perfect Mercy; let’s praise Him with every breath

© Janet Martin

  Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.

Isa.1:18 KJV

Never mind that Dolly's dress was inside out and backwards; through Love's eyes she was perfect!