Monday, September 19, 2011
Mercy paints the lintel of a grand and glorious dawn
As we allow regret to fade on ruby-tinted lawn
His Light dispels the morbid gloom of ever-taunting fear
How sweet the moment in our palm when held by One so dear
Dare we to run this race today with feet bare and unshod?
Or face the enemy alone without the hand of God?
His Word is pure abiding Hope unhindered by the flight
Of moments folding into years or noontide into night
I hold within my trembling grip a Surety divine
For He will lead, guide and direct this faltering step of mine
His mercy paints the lintel in dawn’s breath-taking display
As we behold His faithfulness turn nighttime into day
The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Ps. 19:1
Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
23 They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness. Lam. 3:22-23
Your word is a lamp for my feet,
a light on my path. Ps. 119:105