Thursday, August 3, 2017

For Faithful Mercy Praise



 Psalm 40:5
Many, O LORD my God, are the wonders which You have done, 
And Your thoughts toward us; 
There is none to compare with You. 
If I would declare and speak of them, 
They would be too numerous to count.



 ...at first grandson Brantley was not at all sure about the 'playpen' Grandma plunked him into while we finished blanching beans for his mommy's freezer...
But, after a moment or two of contemplating he seemed quite satisfied!(sorry the grin-shot blurred:(
oops, I forgot! This post was inspired by the breathy wisps of lavender birthing new day;-)


Benevolence of mercy’s constancy
Trails in a veil of lavender and pink
It drapes its ether shroud across earth’s lea
And draws our waking gaze to eastward brink
As we consider He whose might and grace
Are justice and redemption intertwined
He guards and quakes the cage where human race
Is privy to wonders, each God-designed

Whether of branch etched stark against near dark
Or buoyant with breeze-breathy seraphim
Whether of rivers carved into the rock
Or pretty petal-plumes detailed by Him
Nothing of human heart can fully hold
The magnitude of splendor such as this
The hemline of a robe purple and gold
Falls tender, from a star-enflamed abyss

To touch the eye with wild pleasure, ah, we
Will never tire of God’s handiwork
Time’s rampart groans with quiet majesty
Where angels tread and trembling demons lurk
We are engulfed, in spite of evil’s host
With Mercy’s unequivocal defense
For rebels This bestowed Love’s uttermost
And always supersedes man’s arrogance 

Or else we could not leap for humble joy
Doomed by the awful end that we deserve
How bittersweet Creation’s grand decoy
Would be; but Mercy tunes this earthy verve
Then, when ‘neath leaf-thatched blue we idly pause
To revel in a pool of cool respite
Pray, we lift high a heart of praise because
We walk in Mercy’s everlasting sight

For He does not forget this fretting clan
Who has nothing to boast save utter need
And its dependence on a Higher Hand
From whence Love’s floods of mercy intercede
He flowers careworn hours; scrawls a brook
Beneath half-moon pinned to twilight’s lapel
Mercy metes morning; everywhere we look
It shouts, thus man may whisper ‘it is well’

...and walk with confidence of heart and mind
Without need to cower in guilt, afraid
Of harsh tongue-lashings; God's mercy is kind
To we, fearfully, wonderfully made
Thus, forfeit not true hope for lawless gain
Then put away the old man for the new
The evidence of  Mercy makes it plain
Great God of love is God of judgement too

© Janet Martin

 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; 
your works are wonderful, 
I know that full well.

 The wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all the godlessness and wickedness of men who suppress the truth by their wickedness. 
For what may be known about God is plain to them, because God has made it plain to them. 
For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood from His workmanship, so that men are without excuse. 

Click on this link to the song below for a worthwhile read entitled Worship or Light Esteem

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