With Love that Never Fails (As Surely as the Morn)

But as for me, I will sing of Your strength;Yes, I will joyfully sing of Your faithfulness in the morning,For You have been my refugeAnd a place of refuge on the day of my distress.17 My strength, I will sing praises to You;For God is my refuge, the []God who shows me favor.Psalm 59:16-17 We can so easily get caught up, attracted and distracted by what we seerather than what we know is so because God said it!The One who constantly awes us with masterpiecesof morning sky and nature's my-oh-my,He is our refuge and strength! Though so much seems to failNever The Hand that drawsThe break of day across the valeThat groans with mercy’s cause/lawsAnd unfolds in the palmOf grace, the molten skyAnd parts the wingspan of the dawnLike a new butterfly Where we, creatures of dustAnd mist/must of numbered daysSo often fail to fully trustThe higher thoughts and waysOf He who never failsIs spite of what some sayEven while mercy’s Hand unveilsAnd grants another day Where morn-to-morn unfolds(a twinkle in time’s eye)Exteriors that man beholdsBeneath fringes of skyWhere so much seems to failWhen weighed by what we seeIn worship’s hour of travailBefore eternity Consider this, dear friendBefore we shake a fistAnd curse He whose mercies attendBoth saint and atheistWho makes the rain to fall?Who does love emerge from?Who paid sin’s ransom, once for all?And calls on all to ‘come’? He knows each creature careAnd suffered every oneBecause Love did not choose to spareThe status of His SonA manger met His birthA cross displayed His deathWhere no one could fathom the workFulfilled at his last breath Then, though so much seems lossRemember, we beholdAs they who stood beneath the crossBut fringes of the WholeWhere, though thought’s logic failsNever the Hand of HeScarred with the imprint of the nailsThat set death’s captives free He is the King of kingsHe is the Lord of lordsWho bore salvation's sufferingsBeneath the thrust of swordsWith love that never failsAs surely as the mornThe landscape of life's path unveils His mercies are reborn © Janet Martin As surely as the mornThe landscape of life's path unveils, His mercies are reborn