He Makes Every Morning Glorious...

From yon formless fount of agesMarmalade-hued mercies brim... It is Good Friday Eve.I wrote this poem this morning but was unable to post itbefore heading to my mother to help with some spring cleaningso what began as an aubade is now a vesper! *** He was delivered up by God’s set plan and foreknowledge, and you, by the hands of the lawless, put Him to death by nailing Him to the cross. And everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.’ Salvation exists in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to men by which we must be saved.” For God so loved the world He gave His one and only Son, that everyone who believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life. ***From yon formless fount of agesMarmalade-hued mercies brimOver Bygone’s battered stagesRoll the lyrics of hope’s hymnAs night’s brooding backdrops dim Hark! What holy favours fashionMelodies of grace unfurledPulsing with divine compassionLike springtime’s first bud uncurledFrom the Savior of the world He, who bore sin’s gory pardonWhose blood poured in agonyFirst in Gethsemane’s GardenThen in full, at CalvaryAs He died for you and me He, who did not scorn love’s callingKnowing from the start, its priceOn the cross, crude and appallingOnly Jesus could sufficeTo be sin’s last sacrifice Look! In every hand a hammerHark! On every tongue, vile jeersWhile like a Lamb, led to slaughterObedience perseveresThrough atonement's lonely tears He who rose again, victoriousOverthrowing death and hellHe makes every morning gloriousSweetens suffering’s citadelWith hope’s unrelenting bell …pealing from morn’s formless fountainMercies brim, marmalade-huedHeavens throbbing with redemption-anthems of God’s grace renewedWorship bursts with gratitude Jesus, Jesus, darling SaviourRansom for me, wretched clodForgives all who ask this favourSalvation, a gift from GodPurchased by His Son's shed blood © Janet Martin