Out of the rubble, a flower grows,
Bravely flaunting a blossom fair.
Over the ashes, a robin sings,
A clear sweet song floating on the air.
After the deluge of rain that fell
A shimmering rainbow arcs on high.
Above the twisted carnage below
An eagle soars into the sky.
The Morning Star greets waking Morn,
Ending the grim and endless night,
And caught on the rim of a fragmented dream
A dewdrop sparkles in Dawn's first light.
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Comments from Ruth on PROMISE
As our shocked, unbelieving eyes stared at the
scenes before us, every fiber of human emotion sobs, "Finish", or some
similar word of finality.
But Praise His Name, those who place their trust in the Eternal One know
that only God can write "Finish," and we believe He will bring forth
victories yet un-imagined and His Glory and Power will be manifested in
as yet unrevealed
manner. Now our eyes see only death, pain and destrucion but Tomorrow
WILL come. And
God holds all the Tomorrows of all the future in His hands.To those who
love Him, He has promised to bring forth good out of what seems
totally bad.As we surender ourselves into His keeping we will "stand
still and see the Glory of the Lord." We need not fear the future for He
is
already there. He is from everlasting to everlasting, unchanging and
unchangeable, the same yesterday, today and forever.
And He loves us.
THE WRITINGS OF RUTH MARTIN