Truth's Comforting Anchor in Storms of Life

The Bible is Truth in spite of the broken people/preachers who disappoint us;

Who misuse their blessing/calling and ultimately lead astray rather than lead to Christ because they

Fall prey to weakness of mind rather than the Master they professed!

It’s the Message, not the messenger that matters most!

Unfortunately as long as there are humans preaching and teaching God’s Word

They will not be without temptation,

And the fallacies of pride that go before the fall/destruction.

However, no matter now hurt or disappointed we are in those 

who choose to exchange God Truth for a lie,

It does not justify the choice to turn our backs on God’s eternal Word and Love!

In the end we all account for our own choices and responses, not theirs!

 So we need to read the Message of hope for ourselves,

let God speak to us personally through His Word 

and not be hearers only!

We all sometimes tromp underfoot

The loot of touch and taste

Or disregard the mature fruit

Of seeds scattered in haste

We all are prone to place our trust

In objects that we see

While God who is faithful and just

Abides eternally

We all are accountable, oh

To He who grants our days

For it is by His grace we go

He deserves all our praise

Response in all its sundry hues

Is not a game we play

But proves whose precedence we choose

When trouble comes our way

Where, after all is said and done

We all will answer to

The One who gave up His own Son

To pay sin’s awful due

Then, humbly we should keep in mind

Through bitter tears or sweet

That none of us are too refined

To wash each other’s feet

© Janet Martin

“He that is without sin among you,

let him cast the first stone at her.”

John 8:7

Destination Known!

 This was inspired by dusk's bronze and blue bell-tower

 as its tolling rolled across hills and fields

Oh destiny, oh, destiny

Time eulogies soft-peal

Across the shadow-artistry

Of twilight’s gold and teal

The Doorway to Your Great Unknown

Is swallowed up in stars

Where each day sets a stepping stone

Toward your mystic bars

And who of us can tell how near

Or far, the final flight

Until, Destiny, you appear

And turn faith into sight

Today time flows across the lea

Life’s highway dips and bends

But Destiny, oh destiny

Begins where this roads ends

© Janet Martin

Armour-Awareness...

Forgive the Poem-flood. I'm posting this past week's writing so I don't get lazy 

and think I can get away with not thinking for a bit ;-)

How in the world can we survive the trouble and the tests

Or easy explanations from the Tempter’s cunning quests

And how do we decipher right from wrong or wrong from right

If we decide to turn our eyes from The Word’s Guiding Light

Pride goes before destruction; haughtiness before the fall

But Death and Resurrection’s triumph hails to one and all

Then how will survive if we disregard Calvary

And darken understanding with the lesser gods we see

This churlish mind is master of excuses, ruses, lies

Our trophies of disaster deck the ashes of disguise

Still, Mercy’s sacred purchase peals in every gifted breath

Then how will we survive if we exchange God’s grace for death

…for we will never be enough to save our soul’s from hell

Without the power of the cross, how dark death’s doleful knell

And how will we survive if we Taste grace, then spit it out

To stuff faces with flavours that will poison faith with doubt

How in the world can we survive the pitfall and the snare

If instead of God’s armor we choose sin’s entangling fare

And how, without His Word to be the lamp unto our feet

Will we be fit for Heaven when soul and the Saviour meet

© Janet Martin

Those who cling to worthless idols

forfeit the grace that could be theirs.

But I, with a song of thanksgiving will sacrifice to you.

What I have vowed I will make good.

Salvation comes from the Lord.

Jonah 2:8-9

Your Mother's Heart...

 

It often looks like nothing much

Packed lunches; broom and mop

The tidy up and ‘extra-touch’

Of home-sweet-home on top

It might just look like ‘shoes to fill’

Or fresh-baked bread or pie

Or laundry washed and heaped until

It seems to reach the sky

Or hug and kiss, goodnight, sleep tight

Or ‘don’t forget to pray’

Or fingers washed or noses wiped

Or teardrops brushed away

…or window-sills with flowerpots

Or glass bowl filled with fruit

Or scolding naughty little tots

Lest seed of sin takes root

Or quirks that sometimes make you laugh

(Or roll your eyes a smidge)

Or keepsakes, like the photographs

That cover up the fridge

What do you see, dear girl and boy

Just dishes washed and dried?

After hot, home-cooked supper-joy

When it is cold outside

Does it just look like life to you?

Or chores performed in vain?

Shake-off-the-mats-and-run-the-vacuum

Through-the-house-again

Well, I would like to tell dear

These common works of art

Are not all that they would appear

They are your mother’s heart

© Janet Martin

If Time Would Tell It's 'Wait-and-See'

 Until our internet is working a little better this blog will be like a book without pictures...

(or links:) 

If we would know what high or low was waiting in the days ahead

We would be torn each night and morn between worlds of delight and dread

And we would peer through today’s cheer toward some morrow’s sorrow-storm

And miss the bliss and kiss of This because of Trouble’s looming form

If time would tell and boldly spell its wait-and-see so we could know

We would be bent with sad lament even if we had miles to go

Before we met the darker Yet that drains the rhythm from the rhyme

Our hearts would break for future’s sake and make us old before our time

I’m glad God gives the life one lives in moment-metered miles to brave

We need not bear tomorrow’s care to drive us to an early grave

But trust and pray, each day-to-day, for his divine Presence to lead

His faithful Word is undeterred; our God will supply every need (Phil.4:19)

© Janet Martin