Sunday, January 31, 2021

Each New Day...Pray!!



So maybe you don't have time for this whole video below?
Even the first four or esp. the last four minutes are Wonder-Power-full
and will likely pique your desire to listen to the rest๐Ÿ˜Š

True Prayer, True Power-Charles Spurgeon


We must believe prayer to be what it is
or else it is not what it should be~
Charles Spurgeon


Each new day is like a wagon laden with want, wish and need 
Trundling from the arc of heaven to the bark of word and deed 

Each new day wayfarers waken to a Hand outstretched to pour 
His new mercy not yet taken to we, pounding on Want’s Door 

Each new day demands Full Armour where distraction’s lure is tossed 
Where like modern day Gomorrah and Sodom, virtue seems lost 

Each new day is weighed with reason to bow before Holiness 
Lord, let not vain repetition mock you with rote emptiness 

Each new day groans with important, earnest opportunity 
More of faith and more of love and more of true humility 

Each new day our faith has access to more than compulsion’s curse 
We have access to the greatest power in the universe 

Each new day, prayer is the chariot to the promises of He 
Who, compelled by His own promise breathes through man, divine decree 

Each new day, without exception, we may kneel before the One 
Who ordained sinner’s redemption through the shed blood of His Son 

Each new day, pray righteous pleasure mingles with each earnest plea 
As the treasure of faith’s measure echoes through eternity 

Each new day, though we may not bear witness to His full reply 
Pray, lest we deny the power that no other can supply 

Each new day pray; as hope’s Prancer charges from thought’s courts of clay 
Already God’s perfect answer meets the whisper on its way 

© Janet Martin 

This is the confidence we have in approaching God: 
that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. 
15And if we know that he hears us—
whatever we ask—we know that we have what we asked of him.

Friday, January 29, 2021

God Lifts His Voice

 

God lifts His Voice

and darkness drifts...


into the gift of brand, new day...


God lifts his voice and darkness drifts into the gift of brand, new day 
Snow slips and drips into spring’s grinning, winning, thinning hip-hooray 
Flawless vision with precision aligns commission of the stars 
Wonder thunders, whispers, plunders, drives asunder hunger’s wars 

God lifts his Voice; svelte veneers melt beneath the Whisper of the One 
Who ordains and orders cosmic borders dwarfing stars, moon and sun 
Who causes fire to rain and rain to fall and fall to winter days 
Who tires not while we inquire at His higher thoughts and ways 

God lifts His Voice; bittersweet charter metes the mortar of the clock 
Mercy gushes through ambushes of quicksand around Solid Rock 
Mankind rushes, recedes, pushes at brushes beyond our control 
Sensing an immense propensity of Mortality to Soul 

God lifts His voice; and dawn deploys the sorrow-joys of smile and tear 
Until the final crepuscule will frill the hill and disappear 
And stars will fall like ripened figs when the wind wildly shakes the tree 
God lifts His voice; the earth melts into the scroll of eternity 

© Janet Martin 

...he lifts his voice; the earth melts...

Psalm 46:6 



 

The Futility of 'Should'

 

Sore foot (mentioned here) feeling much better today after
reaping the rewards of folly...
And turning 'should' into
'did' put There, a pair of shoes to wear
while splitting wood.

Jim split this pile for me.
(because when I get the axe stuck 
in a stubborn piece of firewood
it's quite a performance to un-stuck it!๐Ÿ˜Ÿ)
Oh! nothing like a picture to make us notice things...
 I should sweep ๐Ÿ˜!!


Good choice or bad 
Well, aren’t you glad 
Each time you choose the good? 
Where oft trouble 
Is the rubble 
Of ignoring ‘Should’ 

Why is it 
That we resist it; 
Wisdom’s greater good 
Learning after 
Reckless laughter 
The shrewdness of Should 

Stumbles, tumbles, 
Fumbles, humble 
This foolhardy brood 
…long the lesson 
of confessin’ 
Disregarded Should 

What good are 
These super-star- 
Sidekicks of Could and Would 
If we never 
Take it further 
Wisdom’s whispered ‘should’ 

Good intention
The invention
Of many a 'should'
Just imagine
What attainment
If we only would

© Janet Martin 

Should on its own has never accomplished a Thing!
What's on your Should-list?
(because we all have one...or should)๐Ÿ˜‰


Battening down the Heart-hatches

 

Wisdom prepares for the storm before the storm.



Before the storm grows harsher still 
And tests the arciform of will 
With what seems anything but love 
Thy very perfect love to prove 

Before the harder heartaches press 
Against temporal palaces 
To try its happiness with rains 
To see if anything remains 

Lord, keen the Creature to your care 
The would-be pride to humble prayer 
Equip, through fellowship, this worm 
Bucking surrender’s cruciform 

So when the storm grows harsher still 
And tests the arciform of will 
Then, though life's ills may still increase
Trust will keep us in perfect peace

© Janet Martin

Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, 
whose mind is stayed on thee: 
because he trusteth in thee.
Isa.26:3

Who is wise and understanding among you? 
Let them show it by their good life, 
by deeds done in the humility that comes from wisdom.
James 3:13

But the wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all
 pure; 
then peace-loving, 
considerate, 
submissive,
 full of mercy 
and good fruit, 
impartial
 and sincere.
James 3:17

Dawn Ditty








...and then, a little later on
the dawn, with a tremendous yawn
could not contain hope's hip-hooray
and chased the brooding clouds away

Janet~




There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
the holy place where the Most High dwells.
5 God is within her, she will not fall;
God will help her at break of day.
6 Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall;
he lifts his voice, the earth melts.

7 The Lord Almighty is with us;
the God of Jacob is our fortress.

Psalm 46:4-7








Thursday, January 28, 2021

Knowing Death is Definite

Due to an act of X-treme Stupity I'm 'smitten with sittin' today
because of a sore foot.
(in case you are wondering why another poem is written๐Ÿ˜)

Inspired, in part by today's post by Ann Voskamp

"For nothing is nothing, darling 
No matter how small it seems"





 
This photos were sent to me yesterday after they left
taken by 'mom' unbeknownst to me๐Ÿ˜„
(Photo credit: B. H. mom of tots)


Knowing Death is definite- 
ly pending, ending time and grace 
Does it make us want to make some- 
-thing of all we touch and trace 
For nothing is nothing, darling 
No matter how small it seems 
And no one knows how much living 
Is left on the loom of dreams 

Does it makes us want to savour 
The full flavor of Today 
Labour with love’s renewed fervor 
Before one is called away 
Does it make the bitter better 
Knowing that 'this too shall pass' 
Knowing death is definite 
-ly Somewhere in life’s hour-glass 

Does it bid us garnish turmoil 
With the goodness of a smile 
And get soft and sweetly smitten 
By this ver’ precarious While 
Does it make us don warm mittens 
And make angels in the snow 
Before our names are written 
In some tear-rimmed afterglow 

Knowing Death is Definite 
-ly pending, ending all of us 
How in the world are we getting 
Ready for our exodus 
Does it draw us (in what sometimes 
Feels like small significance) 
Into the Moment-ous music
Of a Very Sacred Dance 

© Janet Martin


“100 per cent of us die, and the percentage cannot be increased. ”
― C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory

How Very Dust We Are, or Circumstantial Happiness



One of my favorite poets is Edgar A. Guest
Rich writing in a layman's terms because what doth it profit 
anyone if a poem is only understood by the poet?

Sharing a few gems for your benefit!





What if love gets so fixated on fringes and forgets 
What matters most where life is full of boast-euphoric bets 
What if the only thing I have when this day-fling is done 
Are accolades that perish with the setting of time’s sun 

What if I get so focused on the fray that I ignore 
The approach of The Judgment Day and Who we are here for 
Too taken up with ‘treasures’ that are volatile at best 
Admitting in an awful end, that I have failed the test 

What if I take goodness for granted without thankful praise 
And never root out the rebel in human-natured ways 
What if trouble would never double its substantial rod 
And I would never truly humble myself before God 

What if, this tenement of hopes and dreams housed nothing more 
Than dust-to-dust sequestered schemes of selfish, greedy gore 
Because I didn’t bother to acquaint myself with He 
Who, when this life is over unveils Immortality 

What if the ‘Glad tidings of great joy’ that the angels brought 
Would never touch the heart; the part that transforms idle thought 
What if I miss the only thing worth anything, That Day 
Because I was too focused on all that will pass away 

What if nothing reminded us How Very Dust We Are
How Circumstantial Happiness is like a shiny car
That soon loses its luster, in a heap of rusted sham
The gates of hell are decorated with dust-glitz and glam 

Pray that I fix my eyes upon a Prize I cannot see
Where nothing in this world can take the place of Calvary
...and the price of salvation wrought to pay sin's deadly toll 
What profit to gain the whole world only to lose The Soul

© Janet Martin

 For what profit is it to a man if he gains the whole world, and loses his own soul? 
Or what will a man give in exchange for his soul?
Matt.16:26

Defying Depths of Despair



Psalm 37:7-8
Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for Him;
Do not fret because of him who prospers in his way,
Because of the man who brings wicked schemes to pass.
8Cease from anger, and forsake wrath;
Do not fret—it only causes harm.


Often when I am tempted to despair 
(and there seem to be SO many reasons these days )
 I think of Marilla Cuthbert's words to Anne,
"To despair is to turn your back on God"
Marilla Cuthbert, Anne of Green Gables



The depths of dark despair are always there, where we might stray 
If we mistrust the care of He to whom we ought to pray 

If we beg for deliverance but do not change our ways 
If we gratify ignorance with flattery’s vain praise 

If we do not obey the law that perfect love decreed 
If we, not overcome with awe, do not find what we need 

If we while knowing better still continue thus to err 
And do not make an effort to be wiser than we were 

If we, severely stubborn in our human-natured bent 
Do not let goodness govern our intimate intent 

We will be monsters, no matter how ‘normal’ the faรงade 
If we do not acknowledge our lack and trust in God 

If we, so broken at our best do not rest and rely 
Without agendas, on the One who so loves you and I
 
If we do not yield heart and soul, to He who will provide 
Our joy will never be made whole; we must be rid of pride 

Or depths of dark despair will try to overtake the Light 
If we do not first trust the Care that fits us for the fight 

© Janet Martin