Every Morning Mercies New

“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.