Tuesday, August 3, 2021
Here We Are (where yester-eons echoes brim)
The Master's Touch
Touch us, oh Lord,
with beauty’s chords
Where nature’s
orchestra enthralls
Lift our eyes unto
the hills
To hear creation’s madrigals
Unto the flowers of
the field
Unto the fledglings
of the air
Unto heaven’s vast music
sheet
Where thy great
glory is declared
Touch us, oh Lord,
with mercy’s chords
When waves of sorrow
wash the soul
Let not despair
consume our hearts
But grant us faith to
make us whole
As from your
everlasting word
Love’s melody of
hope resounds
Then, even in the
dark of night
A hymn of humble
joy abounds
Touch us, oh Lord,
with love’s pure chords
In songs of grace
and sympathy
Let earth be longing’s
pale prelude
To heaven’s perfect
harmony
Then open up our
eyes and ears
Until the only Strings
we clutch
Through The Unseen,
wakes evidence
That tunes us to The
Master’s Touch
© Janet Martin
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Prime of Grace
Because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness.
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