But cannot shape in speech
He keeps vigil where demons plot
To lure us from His peace
Love, with a heart of tenderness
Not because we deserve it
But because He promised so
He forgives, erasing in full
As we cry out to Him
Or forsake us here below
Not because we deserve it
But because He promised so
He fills the fields with flowers
And the morning with His light
Though we doubt His power and might
He persuades with kind purpose
Not because we deserve it
But because He promised so
How often we are troubled
By the wearying of want
Inclined to turn our eyes to where
Vile lesser gods may flaunt
Abides still; this truth we know
Not because we deserve it
But because He promised so
© Janet Martin
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