A little touch of magic, the broken, soon made whole,
The old shall find a second wind, refreshed, their weary soul.
Then all, a restful silence, restored, what time had stole,
For great, His gifts and mercy, with praises, now extol.
Wrath of nations rising, grave, the war drums pound,
Brother against brother, the earth in red blood drowns.
Stir us from this madness! Angels, your trumpets sound,
Arouse the seeds of mercy, see the valiant fall to ground.
This awful drought, its absent rain,
Brief respite, see, His anger wane.
Alas this gift of showers, disdain,
Act of mercy, now turned to bane.
Unto us, Your judgement unleash,
Fiery furnace, now ashes, yet free,
Come then, mercy, gentle breeze,
Bear us to heaven! Eternal peace.
Ash Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Keep faith, the die is yet cast,
His mercies to the end, will last.
Time and misery, a wedge driven deep,
But His love is steadfast, your soul to keep.
“Surely then you may lift up your face in innocence; you may stand firm and unafraid.
For then you shall forget your misery, like water that has ebbed away you shall regard it.
Then your life shall be brighter than the noonday; its gloom shall become like the morning”
~ Job 11:15-17
Has the law demanding “an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth” ever brought about a peaceful and lasting solution to any of the woes in this world?
Is it not rather in bending to mercy and forgiveness, that the law finds its true fulfilment and for man, a realisation of his nobler self?
The placard reads “Please do not lean cycles against this wall”. Cambridge, UK
“If you, LORD, keep account of sins,
Lord, who can stand?
But with you is forgiveness and
so you are revered.”
~ Psalm 130:3-4