These pie crusts are a little like life...
a suggestion that the best is yet to come!
Happy Thanksgiving Dinner prep day!
(and don't forget to give to your local food bank!)
He binds the wounds of broken hearts
Sets captive sinners free
His loving kindness heals the parts
That only He can see
He bends the tree with harvest hymn
The treasure trove of earth
Is laden with the gifts that brim
From He who grants all birth
He tunes the tides that ebb and flow
From teeming shore to shore
And on the skies He paints a show
That no one can ignore
Darkness cannot usurp his Light
No one usurps His law
His handiwork startles our sight
With wonderment and awe
He authors purpose to each task
He loves us all the same
Nothing too great or small to ask
Of Him, in Jesus’ Name
He is the object of man’s hope
The Keeper of man’s days
He is the One who helps us cope
Worthy of utter praise
His mercy, who can count its ways
His ways our ways atone
Then lift to Him glad songs of praise
And make His glory known
For life is but a little mist
Its blessings a small sum
Where Time is but the test and twist
Before Love’s best to come
© Janet Martin
Side note: poetry inspiration while mixing pie-pastry is not a great combination...
makes for a lot of hand-washing.
I would peg out a stanza, go back to the pies and then another line or verse would hit!!
