Not to us, LORD, not to us but to your name be the glory, because of your love and faithfulness.
Ps.115:1
When you come so fresh and
Beaming
From a place we cannot see
On a tide of moments
Streaming
Through our touch to history
It is easy to be
Humbled
By the goodness we embrace
Where, though often we have
Grumbled
God replies with patient Grace
When you draw from depths of
Kindness
That which justice would deny
When Good Morning ushers
Darkness
Softly from the stirring sky
Then, when heaven is a
River
Pouring rubies to the air
We should bow and thank Time’s
Giver
For the blessing of His care
© Janet Martin
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