Today's poem was inspired in part by the C.S. Lewis quote below,
in part by the picture taken while I watched mercy's renewed/replenished fountain brim,
and in part by Psalm 24!
"God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself,
because it is not there. There is no such thing."
C.S. Lewis.
The stomping ground of hopes and dreams is bathed in Heaven-splendored hues
From gleaming founts God’s goodness streams with mercies each morning renews...
Ps.24
The earth is the LORD’s, and the fullness thereof,a
the world and all who dwell therein.
2For He has founded it upon the seas
and established it upon the waters.
3Who may ascend the hill of the LORD?
Who may stand in His holy place?
4He who has clean hands and a pure heart,
who does not lift up his soul to an idolb
or swear deceitfully.
5He will receive blessing from the LORD
and vindication from the God of his salvation.
6Such is the generation of those who seek Him,
who seek Your face, O God of Jacob.c
Selah
7Lift up your heads, O gates!
Be lifted up, O ancient doors,
that the King of Glory may enter!
8Who is this King of Glory?
The LORD strong and mighty,
the LORD mighty in battle.
9Lift up your heads, O gates!
Be lifted up, O ancient doors,
that the King of Glory may enter!
10Who is He, this King of Glory?
The LORD of Hosts—
He is the King of Glory!
The stomping ground of hopes and dreams is bathed in Heaven-splendored hues
From gleaming founts God’s goodness streams with mercies each morning renews
Ah hope! the anchor of ‘amen’; the pleasure of both heart and soul
Like a wellspring of comfort when our dreams are dashed and sorrows roll
Hope’s hues are glorious and bright in spite backdrops dark with dread
Hope is a beacon of Soul-light; reason’s Reveille to lift the head
That else would droop beneath the weight of fear and disappointment’s heel
Hope swings ajar a starry Gate no foe can bar or woe can seal
Hope is impossible without true peace and happiness from God
The Tempter baits his snares with doubt while setting feasts on its façade
But hope, guarded by Faith’s sound shield is fitted to withstand his wiles
The substance of things unrevealed protects us from fruit that defiles
Lift up your heads, and do not grieve; the devil is no match for He
Who dwells within all who believe; whose Word is truth that sets us free
Whose Hope no traitor can destroy; whose saving faith will make us whole
Lift up your heads and shout for joy; hope is the anchor of the soul
Hope’s hues cheer us like spring’s first flow’rs delight the winter-weary sigh
Its armour equips and empow’rs us as we face faith’s battle-cry
Where evidence of things unseen establishes each stepping stone
In hues of gold and evergreen, hope blazes faith’s trail to God’s throne
Janet Martin
Also in part by yesterday's devotion re-read today...
