The Promises of God

 



God's promises are like the birds of heaven
That fill the hours with music all day long,
Too oft unheard and oftener unheeded
Amid earth's voices of despair and wrong;
Each one a thought of God, a joy, a comfort,
If we but pause to listen to its song.

 

God's promises are like the rain of heaven
That falls in blessing from the cloudy skies,
The mown grass and the tender herb rejoicing
When all the land is parched and verdure dies,
Replenishing the streams of His refreshing
Till from the dust of earth new harvests rise.

 

God's promises are like the winds of heaven
And each in turn His trumpet message brings,
Sweeping afar, with breath of sea or forest
The poison mist that o'er the lowland clings;
Reviving forces that can sooth and strengthen,
Life in the touch and healing in their wings.

 

  God's promises are like the stars of heaven,
As numberless, as glorious, as bright;
Though endless ages witness to their splendor
Still do they glow with undiminished light;
Unseen and unremembered in the sunshine,
And showing fairest in the darkest night.

 

God's promises, forever fixed in heaven,
Though earth and heaven pass, shall still abide;
Yea and amen they are in Christ the Saviour
And all our needs in them are satisfied.

- Annie Johnson Flint -

 

2 Corinthians 1:19-20
For the Son of God, Jesus Christ, who was
preached among you by us, even by me and
Silvanus and Timotheus, was not yea and nay,
but in him was yea. For all the promises of God in him
are yea, and in him Amen, unto the glory of God by us.

 

 

graphics, photographs and background by Mary Stephens
CA