“It
is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because His
compassions fail not.
They
are new every morning; great is Thy faithfulness. The Lord is my
portion sayeth my soul; therefore will I hope in him.”–Lamentations
3:22-24 (KJV).
Sometime
poetic lines pound themselves against the parameters of my mind until
I have to grab a pen and paper and write the thoughts so that my mind
can move on to other things. Maybe this is a gift—maybe just a
pastime that I’ve been practicing most of my life. Maybe it is
inspiration; I like to think that some of the lines indeed are
inspired by the Spirit of God. Here is one entitled simply “Every
Morning Mercies New.” The lines of the poem bear truth worth
considering. The poem itself is not a Keats, Shelley or Wordsworth
quality piece, but sincerely rendered from a heart overflowing with
joy. The poem is old—written in 2005 when I had heavy caregiving
responsibilities. God was faithful to provide what we needed and
bring me triumphantly through that journey. Praise be to God.
Oh!
The delight of morning
When
birds are on the wing;
When
squirrels scamper for their food
And
Nature wakes to sing!
Another
day to embrace life,
To
rejoice with exultant thanks;
To
know that whatever happens
God
keeps us in His ranks!
What
beauty for our eyes to see,
What
joy within our hearts
When
Spring in all its splendor
With
bursting new birth starts!
Then
comes Summer’s verdure
With
life-blessings in store;
And
fall comes softly tripping
With
abundance—more and more!
Sometimes
in Winter we wonder
Will
darkness and nighttime cease;
But
when dawns the Springtime morning
Joy
floods with amazing peace.
As
duties call and crowd me
May
this day etch its rightful place
Of
reassurance on this journey
That
God assists me in life’s race. (-EDJ. From March 7, 2005)
May
you be blessed on this Lord’s Day with a song in your heart.
–Ethelene Dyer Jones 11.29.2015.