Showing posts with label The Gospel Plowboys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Gospel Plowboys. Show all posts

Monday, October 7, 2019

Hope...(and remembering Ron)


We at WBC as well as many worldwide are deeply mourning with his family,
 the sudden passing on Saturday Oct. 5, 
of our beloved teacher, counselor, pastor and friend, 
(above link is to the last message with us a WBC)

Hope is the holiness through which we grieve.
Hope is the word that came up again and again as we remember Ron.
His life was driven by The Living Hope that he shed with his last breath as faith became sight!
To all of us then on this side of Heaven...
 Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, 
for He who promised is faithful.
Heb.10:23

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ!
 In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope 
through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead,
1 Pet.1:3


Hope takes the trembling heart and hand
To draw us from despair
And makes the way twixt God and man
Thus possible to bear

It hones the hunger for the goal
With holy appetite
And fills the gap twixt God and soul
With faith intent on sight

It drives us to our knees with groans
Then lifts us up at length
And to the depth of grief intones
A supernatural strength

It consoles us beneath trust’s rod
Its comforts, cheers and heals
And tunes the time twixt man and God
With purpose-driven peals

Hope fosters faith and leads us on
Through deepest, darkest vales
Hope anchors us in sorrow’s storm
With love that never fails

© Janet Martin

Monday, April 30, 2018

Certain Call of Curtain Fall

PAD Challenge day 30 from Robert: Here we are again: the end of another challenge. Thank you so much for showing up and poeming along with me. It’s always a great deal of fun.
For today’s prompt, write a closing time poem. Or another way of coming at this prompt is to write a poem in which something is coming to an end–like this month’s poetry challenge. Could be the end of a concert, an era, or whatever else must come to a close.

Wow, what a lot of sudden reminders this community has suffered recently... 
of the Uncertainty of Tomorrow! 
and these on the heels of Humboldt Broncos tragedy!

Are you ready today if tomorrow never comes, to meet the Lord?
If not, the Gospel Plowboys explain what needs to happen while there is still time! 
(these guys remind me of singing with my sisters in a new empty silo
or playing the harmonica in an empty grain bin;)
"We are all one heartbeat away from eternity, is what it (this life) amounts to..."
The Gospel Plow-boys




This fevered flight of morn to night
No one can harness tight or hold
Tick-tock’s voracious appetite
Deftly turns everybody old
Unless the curtain falls and calls
Before that ‘Three-score-years and ten
When those we touch and love so much
We cannot touch on earth again

Dusk’s swansong swells and spills to hill
And dell in farewell’s deeper hue
The heart is oft soft-torn between
Green-gold greeting and blue adieu
Where we dash through the door of dawn
Held light and lustrously ajar
Then turn to find the west pinioned
With twilight’s silver Evening Star

Aha, the law of wake and sleep
Keeps dancers on their tippy-toes
A serenade of jade and bronze
And bud burst into ruby rose
Before the subtle roar of seasons
Scores this fragile robe of skin
With tributes of Time’s testament
That death of day-to-day will win

The cry that fills the eye with tears
And hearts with bitter-sweetest ache
Is subject to far more than years
As love pioneers give-and-take
Where farewell is the flipside to
Life’s tide, rife with happy hellos
And where a door swings wide with New
The old must first come to a close

Thank God, earth’s blue-dot does not dangle
Hap hazardously in space
Where fear would surely strangle hope
Without assurance of His grace
For all who believe will receive
Life after Death’s Cold Servant calls
But, none behold That Great Untold
Until Time’s flimsy Curtain falls

© Janet Martin

 The days of our years are threescore years and ten;
and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow;
for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
Who knoweth the power of thine anger?
even according to thy fear, so is thy wrath.
So teach us to number our days,
that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.
Psalm 90:10-12


Wednesday, November 12, 2014

What A Day That Will Be!

  
Don't you just LOVE when people use their gifts to God's glory?!
They say something that steals one's breath...'we are only one heartbeat away from eternity'

It might be today, nobody can tell
how near or far is heaven or hell.
It might be before tonight's door to the sky
Closes forever for you or I
We do not know when The Hour befalls
So we should be ready in case God calls

Look up, up, up, heaven is not far
And we cannot see how near we are
Take courage then comrade and fight the good fight
For who knows but God if we'll meet Him tonight
No, we do not know when That Day will befall
So we should never, ever ignore God's call

What a day that will be when we see Him at last
Where eternity has no future, present or past
Time is a vapor, a flicker, a breath
We pass but once through its valley of death
Where now we are poised on the brink of it all
Oh, are we ready if today God should call

Janet~

Come, let us worship and bow down, Let us kneel before the LORD our Maker. For He is our God, And we are the people of His pasture and the sheep of His hand. Today, if you would hear His voice, Do not harden your hearts...Ps.95:6-8