Without Humility and Fear and Trembling at God's Word and Morning-tide is Gently Breaking (a Twofer

It takes patience, determination and discipline to blog this time of year!! Yester-morn and this morning Cutie and Duty-Beauty prevailedbefore I had accomplished sharing a poem here...It's harvest and making-the-most-of-moments-before-school-begins-again season... Yesterday morning I first deposited all the corn on the lawn to husk but itwas so cool and windy we ended up moving into the garage!Grand-sonny loved 'trucking' cobs to the wheelbarrow and baskets to keep the huskers husking! Husking complete! Isa.66:2“These are the ones I look on with favor:those who are humble and contrite in spirit,and who tremble at my word. I wrote the poem below before heading out to pick corn..., inspired in part by the above verseand in part by plain, old-fashioned observation/self-examination Without humility and fear and trembling at God’s wordThe paths of righteousness, for His name’s sake, are vision-blurredWithout willing contrition/submission of heart and soul, strength and mindLove is oft led into temptation, sensual and blindAnd without daily taking up love’s cross to suffer-longSpeech is a clanging cymbal and worship, a hollow gong Without utter reliance and unswerving confidenceIn God, the tree will not produce fruit of obedienceWithout earth’s treasure taken now and then, to temper boastOur want will never waken to desire God the mostWithout the world forsaken first, God’s armor cannot shieldUs from the awful day when the unrighteous are revealed Without the consolation of God’s hope, we lack the kenTo trust Him for salvation and knowledge of truth. AmenWe lack faith’s thankful fervor for the grace of God, who gaveHimself to be our Savior and to overthrow hell’s graveWithout surrender’s ‘not my will but Thine be done’ todayWe lack the love we ought to have that bids us to obey Without love's purposed commitment of living, sacrificedWe cannot find the fulfillment that comes through Jesus ChristGod will not keep in perfect peace, a mind un-stayed on HimThe ear is deaf if the heart has no word of God withinTo lead in paths of righteousness and keep faith undeterredWith love’s humility and fear and trembling at His word © Janet Martin After corn husking I forgot to take photos till cleanup was complete!All done! For now😅 The first four lines of today's poemwhispered to me out of a dead sleep... 💗(so, if you prefer a quick ditty todrawn-out doggerels those lines can beits own little lyric) Morning-tide is Gently Breaking Morning-tide is gently breaking like a gold lake over sodFaithfulness, free for man’s taking tumbles from the hand of GodGoodness grants fresh salutations of love, from mercy renewedGrace runs rife with invitations to fill life with gratitude...Challenging easy desires and the thirst for pleasure’s viceTo a frontline that requires Giving’s living sacrifice Morning-tide is gently rolling like a wave across the leaTime’s tintinnabulum tolling holy opportunityBeckoning, from mercy’s table, to drink deeply from hope’s fountReckoning is not a fable; someday we will give accountPray then, that each day composes a most sober legacyLest we blush when God exposes what was hid, for all to see Morning-tide is grandly sweeping over land and sea; beholdHe whose kind and patient keeping dissolves the darkness with goldHe is awesome and all-knowing; earth and heaven beam and brimWith His evidence, bestowing immutable proof of HimUntil, He exchanges glimpses of His glory; time’s veil rentWhere at last seeing convinces every lofty argument Morning-tide is gently breaking like a lake of gleaming goldMoments, free for our taking, already slip through our holdSoftly and subtly preparing answers we will not escapeIn the face of mercy’s bearing, recompense is taking shapeWhere morning-tide, gently shimmers in a lake of gold and pinkWhere the mist of reply glimmers, then dries in permanent ink Come, before the tide of Morning disappears into the darkHeed the voice that pleads with warning, lest we wait and miss Faith’s markKiss the feet of the Creator, worship Him without reserveWhere He counters each debater with creation’s vim and verveWhile the worshipper fills pages with humility or prideWhile God crowns the dust of ages with newness of morning-tide © Janet Martin Helping gramma painstakingly uncurl and examine every single lemon tea leaf,(before drying)for tiny worms woven almost imperceptibly into curled edges!But I love this tea so much which, I explained to them, is why it is worth thesqueamish effort!' And they love tea at gramma's house too! 1 Tim.1:17Now to the King eternal, immortal, invisible, to []God who alone is wise, be honor and glory forever and ever. Amen.