Friday, January 18, 2019

Our God Is An Awesome God!



Author of sky and sea and sod
Our God is an awesome God
Worshipers hail Him and applaud
Our God is an awesome God
No one can thwart His will or plan
Beneath His Power, what is man?
Our God is Righteousness and peace
His Government will never cease
On Him trust's confidence relies
To Him the humble sinner cries
Through Him Redemption's price is paid
By Him the world's foundation laid 
For Him the fields of flowers bloom
With Him there is no fear of doom
His visage greater than Time's scope
His Promises secure man's hope
His Bearing who can comprehend?
He has no beginning or end 
He is not mocked, He will prevail
His Word is Truth and will not fail
Author of love, He is no fraud
Our God is an Awesome God

 © Janet Martin


God IS I AM
I AM IS
Near
 Zealous,
© Janet Martin

A glimpse of Who God IS

want more?

900 names and titles of God 
(I found this site after doing this personal study on some attributes/names of God and realized this barely skims the surface!)

What a mighty God we are called to serve!

Here Is Dawn's/Hope's Fountain Brimming...



This post was inspired by an article I read this morning by Franklin Graham 
regarding their government's shutdown, which reads in part...
 "The true crux of the problem is that our government has largely removed
God from the halls and corridors of our Capitol.
I would encourage the members of Congress to come together for a prayer meeting
with President Donald J. Trump and Vice President Mike Pence,
and call on the name of God, asking Him for His wisdom
and asking Him to soften everyone’s hardened hearts."


 What do you ask Him for (the One from whom all blessing flows)
...before you begin your day?
 After this manner therefore pray ye: Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.  
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.
 Matt.6:9-10

He lifts our drooping heads,
cups our heavy hearts,
guides our weary feet
If we ask
He fits us for today's task

This morning might not be quite as colour-charged as yesterday's
but no matter the colour it comes from the same Place/grace!



Into Time’s grace-carved aeon pours
Hope’s mercy-tide from Heaven’s shores
Through Reason’s Bars to broken dreams/schemes
Love and redemption’s goodness streams

A fountain in the desert where
Man drinks from well-springs of His care
Whether or not we pray or hold
The Hand from whence our days unfold

And whether we doubt or believe
He grants the measure we receive
And overflows the banks of night
With Mercy’s tide and Morning’s Light

© Janet Martin

Sometimes we stand a little to gaze on dawn's fresh foray
then slip out of glass slippers into work-boots of new day!




Thursday, January 17, 2019

Wonder's Winter-night Waltz




Now broods above the wooded lea
A soft, star-spangled lullaby
The lyricist of wind and tree
Tugs at the timbre of the sky

The land is carved twixt scarves of sea
And set between its solemn surge
To stun us with a melody
That turns from jubilee to dirge

The countryside is still as death
Beneath the pallor of the snow
The sound of silence steals our breath
As round and round and round we go

© Janet Martin  



Thursday Thoughts on Nothing New


It is impossible to find fulfillment in the things we see
Until we look through thankful eyes of kindness and humility

***

No matter what we may achieve
No boast let thought suggest
For only through what we receive
Makes possible the rest

***

Pity not he who cannot see
But those whose sight is blind
So full of animosity
The good they cannot find

***

If we thought less of self and more of God the world would see
Without a word the proof of love the way it ought to be

***

Darling the day is dying
Darling, ah, we are too
Then pray Hope is relying
On God, faithful and true

***

I love the way the birth of day
Soft-ushers earth back into view
And whether it is gold or gray
I love the way it looks on you

***

Aubade and lullaby, oh my
Time’s music-man is sweet
He spills the fathoms of the sky
In shadows at our feet

***

Maybe you think a rhyme is a sad waste of Time and ink
Well, that’s okay but I must say I dislike how you think
Maybe you think a poem is word’s weakest enterprise
But I dare you to try a few before you roll your eyes

***

Oh, isn’t it exciting when your toes first touch the floor
To wonder what is waiting where dawn swings ajar its door
Ah, what and who will paint the pictures that only thought sees
After the laughter that is waiting turns to memories

***

Rock-a-bye-river
Wherever you be
You are a Singer
That sings to the sea

Sometimes your chorus
Is muted and mild
Sometimes the roar of
Your paean runs wild  

Rock-a-bye-schooner,
And hush-a-bye lea
Cradle the crooner
That sings to the sea

*** 

The colors of mid-afternoon
on a mid-winter's day
are blended to perfection
In a tea-pot of Earl Gray

***

When daylight disappears
and adds its weight to yester-years
Pray, should this be our final one
The Lord will greet us with "well done"



© Janet Martin