Of Faith and Sky

The lathe that shapes from Time, Today

Grants faith-footholds of pink-gold-gray

The sky, Hope’s my-oh-my unfolds

God knows each unknown that it holds

The stir that fells the night expands

A yellow bell tolls from God’s hands

And hangs upon dawn’s yawning air

A ladder to His throne, called prayer

The magnitude of days gone by

Cannot dim mercy’s faithful eye

But hews from rock and plain a place

Where we can name His Name in praise

The glory of the Lord is love

The earth and its fullness thereof

Belongs to Him who from on high

Masters the lathe of faith and sky

© Janet Martin

 But the Lord is faithful, and He will strengthen and protect you from the evil one.

2 Thess. 3:3

...if we are faithless, he remains faithful, for he cannot disown himself.

 

2 Tim.2:13