Tuesday, May 28, 2019

Call to Worship


 We tried to make the most of one deliciously sunny-warm day
before more rain-days.
Worship, thankfully is NOT weather/whether-dependent!


Come, worship He who instills wonder-worlds within bud-orbs and seeds
 Hope’s Chariot of morn is borne through starry streets by Mercy’s steads
It sweeps the canvas of the heavens with colours that steal our breath
Come, worship He who made a way that we may overcome dark death
Through He who loves us so He gave the best He had; His only Son
To break the curse of sin and triumph over what Evil had done

Come, worship He who sets the sea between the borders of dry land
And moves in high and holy ways that we will never understand
Come, raise the banner of His praise above Intention’s broken bars
For even our worst of days are cupped in Hands that wear love’s scars
Come, worship He who feeds the birds and sees the little sparrow fall
Who clothes the fields with fairest flowers yet still loves us most of all

Come, worship He who gives glad reason to get up and try once more
As from the whirring wheel of seasons streams of countless blessing pour
Aha! May’s apple-orchards spill pink-popcorn-like kernels to bloom
Hurrah, the world so long so bare fills like an Artist’s fine Showroom
Where right before our very eyes His perfect poetry takes shape
For His Beauty is without guise; it leaves our mouths and minds agape

Come, worship He who lavishes our lives with more than we can grasp
And does not leave us comfortless when trouble tries our feeble clasp
But grants exactly what we need exactly when His wisdom deems
Where even in the darkest place His light of grace and goodness streams
Where, on this blue dot in the middle of a myriad of stars
He who made people in His image knows exactly where we are

Then come, and worship He who delights in the music of the soul
From hearts of humble gratitude in hymns, His Majesty extol
For He alone is worthy; by no other name can man be saved
Upon his brow and hands Salvation’s scars of suff’ring are engraved
Then come and worship He who, when we fail, abides faithful and true
Where fear can find no foothold for what He has promised He will do

Come, worship He whose evidence only the greatest fool disdains
And chooses through blind ignorance to struggle in sin’s hopeless chain
Come worship He who hates the sin but loved the sinner unto death
Then worship Him with everything that is instilled with life and breath
…who threads gold through cold rock and coal deep in the bed of earth
And fathers mortal’s wordless wonder in the miracle of birth

Come worship He who through the innocence of children, teaches us
And who, oft through calamity, breaks through our pride and reaches us
Who takes the way we are and makes us worthy of Heaven’s reward
If we believe; then we receive the inheritance of the Lord
So, come and worship He who is without beginning, without end
The God of all eternity who longs to be our dearest friend

© Janet Martin






Ps.136

 Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good.
His love endures forever.
Give thanks to the God of gods.
His love endures forever.
Give thanks to the Lord of lords:
His love endures forever.

to him who alone does great wonders,
His love endures forever.
who by his understanding made the heavens,
His love endures forever.
who spread out the earth upon the waters,
His love endures forever.
who made the great lights—
His love endures forever.
the sun to govern the day,
His love endures forever.
the moon and stars to govern the night;
His love endures forever.
10 to him who struck down the firstborn of Egypt
His love endures forever.
11 and brought Israel out from among them
His love endures forever.
12 with a mighty hand and outstretched arm;
His love endures forever.
13 to him who divided the Red Sea[a] asunder
His love endures forever.
14 and brought Israel through the midst of it,
His love endures forever.
15 but swept Pharaoh and his army into the Red Sea;
His love endures forever.
16 to him who led his people through the wilderness;
His love endures forever.
17 to him who struck down great kings,
His love endures forever.
18 and killed mighty kings—
His love endures forever.
19 Sihon king of the Amorites
His love endures forever.
20 and Og king of Bashan—
His love endures forever.
21 and gave their land as an inheritance,
His love endures forever.
22 an inheritance to his servant Israel.
His love endures forever.
23 He remembered us in our low estate
His love endures forever.
24 and freed us from our enemies.
His love endures forever.
25 He gives food to every creature.
His love endures forever.
26 Give thanks to the God of heaven.
His love endures forever.



Monday, May 27, 2019

Heaven-bent



Sometimes the best way to give is through something we’ve never had
By relinquishing personal ‘druthers’ for the benefit of others



Let’s spend today giving away in copious amounts
The best we have of do and say for that’s what really counts

Let’s give; the only thing that we can keep of dust-to-dust
In treasure stored beyond this world where it will never rust

For all we have and hold of gold and silver cannot save
The soul when it succeeds the body tendered to the grave

Let’s make the most of moments, not by what we hoard and heap
But by giving away the only thing that we can keep

For if we invest only in the things that we can see
What will we do then, when we step into eternity?

© Janet Martin

 No one can serve two masters: Either he will hate the one and love the other,
or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other.
You cannot serve both God and money.
Matt.6:24

 For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?
Mark 3:36

 Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, 
where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal.
 But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, 
where moth and rust do not destroy,
 and where thieves do not break in and steal. 
For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. 
Matt.6:19-21

The Way Time Goes


They're in bloom...bleeding hearts; the flowers that look like our hearts sometimes feel
because that's what time does.




The way it keeps us on our toes and makes us wipe our eyes and nose
And takes all that we’ve got as we learn ‘that’s the way time goes’

The way it twirls us ‘round like leaves spiraling to the ground
While moments weave heart-harbored sheaves from fronds of sight and sound

The way it startles us with years as what we hold soon disappears
In tug of hug-wars as we bear the scars of smiles and tears

The way it reaches through our youth with manners both kind and uncouth
As it teaches time’s fundamental, unchangeable Truth

The way it wakes in us an urge, where past, present and future merge
In melodies that surge through us in sentimental dirge

© Janet Martin


It's the time when another school year has or is winding down and with it the startling
re-awareness of the fleetness of Time!

Saturday, May 25, 2019

Much Beauty To Behold


 Social media is full of pictures showcasing spring-moments of marvel/worship!
So much beauty to behold as buds burst with bloom.

"Behold, these are the fringes of His ways; 
And how faint a word we hear of Him!
 But His mighty thunder, who can understand?"
Job 26:14






Such beauty to behold
The mold that shapes our days
Of dust-to-dust and hope-and-trust
Should burst with humble praise

Such beauty to behold
The Author of life’s law
Instills the loom of bud and bloom
With masterstrokes of awe

Such beauty to behold
In spite of sin’s just dues
The Giver of life’s greatest; love
Stuns us with Mercy’s hues

Much beauty to behold
No merchandise compares
To the design of copse and vine
In nature’s thoroughfares

Much beauty to behold
The Maestro of the limb
Imbues the girth of heav’n and earth
With grand glimpses of Him

© Janet Martin

Oh, This Is Not It


...and the little lad's eyes sparkled with delight as we talked about how 
he will be the only 'he' and me the only 'me' ever, 
in the whole wide world 
and doesn't that just make us want to be our best 'we'
...the only one that will ever be! 


All this said, sometimes its hard to keep our chins up
when trust and patience is tried...
Lots of crops out but I'm sure still lots not!
We got the whole garden planted (except flowers) last night in barely dry soil
But last night's dreamland is this morning's lake😒



Ah, this is me and you
In this; the day God made
To make the most of say and do
No matter what the shade
Of heaven’s backdrop is
Where Mercy’s blessings pour
Through gold or gray to that and This
And we should not ignore
The One who metes the means
To get from here to There
Where this is it; one you, one me
One life; then who would dare
To take this day that Is
And utter curses, oh
When our lone, true boast is this;
His grace whereby we go
To where no one returns
To regale us a bit
With more than ashes in an urn
 For oh, This is not it

© Janet Martin