August 11, 2007

So I Will Praise Him in the Night

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The plans of God bring ebb and flow –
His wisdom thus ordains it.
Prosperity to want may go,
As His good hands arrange it.
Both day and night dispense His grace;
Both work to serve His pleasure.
By day we know the glorious Face
At night we learn to treasure.

We err to think the darkness bad,
When shadows mask our knowing,
For there refreshing dew is had
That keeps the flowers growing.
The waxing and the waning moon
Both work to mark the season.
The winter dawn and dusk of June
Alike display His reason.

Should we then seek that He explain
The circle of His blessing?
Our daily rhythms here maintain
Great patterns there expressing.
For sorrows come until the Day
When Night itself will vanish,
While Wisdom works its perfect way,
And Light, will darkness, banish.

The happy soul is then content
To know that He is faithful,
And through each difficult event
Remembers to be grateful.
For God commands each circumstance
To serve those of His calling.
His loving Hand of providence
Will keep the faint from falling.

So I will praise Him in the night,
This globe of sorrows surely turns.
See there His stars of promise bright;
Behold, the light of dawn returns.


-- K.Hartnett, August 2007


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This poem was inspired by the June 1st morning entry in Morning and Evening, Daily Readings by Charles Haddon Spurgeon.  I've copied the entry below. You can read other entries at the following link.

“The evening and the morning were the first day.”

(Genesis 1:5)

Was it so even in the beginning? Did light and darkness divide the realm of time in the first day? Then little wonder is it if I have also changes in my circumstances from the sunshine of prosperity to the midnight of adversity. It will not always be the blaze of noon even in my soul concerns, I must expect at seasons to mourn the absence of my former joys, and seek my Beloved in the night. Nor am I alone in this, for all the Lord’s beloved ones have had to sing the mingled song of judgment and of mercy, of trial and deliverance, of mourning and of delight. It is one of the arrangements of Divine providence that day and night shall not cease either in the spiritual or natural creation till we reach the land of which it is written, “there is no night there.” What our heavenly Father ordains is wise and good.

What, then, my soul, is it best for thee to do? Learn first to be content with this divine order, and be willing, with Job, to receive evil from the hand of the Lord as well as good. Study next, to make the outgoings of the morning and the evening to rejoice. Praise the Lord for the sun of joy when it rises, and for the gloom of evening as it falls. There is beauty both in sunrise and sunset, sing of it, and glorify the Lord. Like the nightingale, pour forth thy notes at all hours. Believe that the night is as useful as the day. The dews of grace fall heavily in the night of sorrow. The stars of promise shine forth gloriously amid the darkness of grief. Continue thy service under all changes. If in the day thy watchword be labour, at night exchange it for watch. Every hour has its duty, do thou continue in thy calling as the Lord’s servant until he shall suddenly appear in his glory. My soul, thine evening of old age and death is drawing near, dread it not, for it is part of the day; and the Lord has said, “I will cover him all the day long.”

From Morning and Evening; Daily Readings by Charles Haddon Spurgeon (Morning entry, June 1st)

June 09, 2007

O the Riches in the Gospel!

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O the riches in the Gospel! 

Purposes no man conceived! 

Grace unfailing; love astounding, 

Given those who have believed! 

 

Pardon full for helpless sinners. 

Justified- though guilty be! 

Jesus cursed for our transgressions; 

We made righteous by decree! 

 

Peace with God, oh timeless marvel! 

Christ’s blood our security! 

Holiness at one with Favor; 

Heaven opened wondrously! 

 

Purpose in the Master’s kingdom; 

We, His worksmanship by grace, 

Cleansed to serve; alive in conscience; 

Spirit-filled to run the race. 

 

Pleasure in His highest priv’ledge: 

Sons of God by name are we! 

Heirs with Christ through God’s adoption; 

Called in love eternally!

 

O the riches in the Gospel! 

Purposes no man conceived! 

Grace unfailing; love astounding, 

Ever theirs who have believed!


-- K. Hartnett, November 2005

 

Pardon, peace, purpose, pleasure - oh what riches we have in Christ!

You Go Before Us

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Chorus

You go before us,

And what great comfort in the thought.

You've planned the future,

And love eternal is our lot!

Can it be You see my life through all eternity...

Waiting there for me?!

Oh gracious Father unto Thee

I pledge my love!

 

Verse One
Though my plans are filled with doubts and imperfections,

And the paths I choose do seem to go astray;

When I look again I see You there before me:

Establishing my steps along the way.

 

Verse Two
There's no mystery in Your purpose for the future.

Even now your faithful love's extending there.

You've made time to serve as keeper of Your blessings:

Another demonstration of Your care!


-- K. Hartnett, 1994
 

March 13, 2007

Come Now, Look to Me

Come now, look to Me, My precious daughter;
I know all that’s coming you can’t see.
Rest in faith for I have planned tomorrow,
And will lead you to it faithfully.

I know all the worries that you carry,
You can trust that I will answer prayer.
All the things that you call limitations,
Are to Me, broad avenues for care.

It was I who planned the generations;
I have wisdom working even now.
Ev’ry act of love done for your children
Forms a model to them I’ll endow.

Do not shrink from loving confrontation;
Discipline is truly work of grace;
Lessons from the book of gospel-living
Lay foundations time cannot erase.

See, your efforts carry far beyond you;
Seeds of virtue planted home today
Yield a harvest long into the future;
You advance My Kingdom in this way.

Raise these treasured children, loving daughter;
Time is short; make joy your memory!
Is this not the best life I could give you?
Love and purpose in your family!

--K. Hartnett, February 2005

Two years ago around this time I was asked to write a poem to encourage the homeschooling mothers in our church's Family Schools Program.  May this poem continue to help, encourage, and inspire these dedicated and hard-working women of God.

February 19, 2007

Even So, Come Quickly

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Chorus

Even so, come quickly,
Oh my Lord do not delay!
You're my Blessed Hope,
And I long for You today.
Redeem my lowly body
And restore Thy perfect way.
How I yearn for Your returning,
And the wonder of that Day.

Verse One

The world rejects your wisdom
And has turned its back on grace;
Godless hearts surround me more and more.
I praise You for your mercy
And your love which so forbears,
But I see so much injustice
That I call to Thee who cares...

Verse Two

I see Your power around me,
And I marvel at Your ways;
The manner of your working I adore.
And yet my heart is aching;
There's a cry within my soul,
To leave behind the mortal
And to know redemption whole.

 

-- K. Hartnett, August 1996

November 28, 2006

Christ Is Born in Bethlehem!

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Join your voice to angels singing, 
Christ is born in Bethlehem! 
Son of God, His purpose bringing, 
Christ is born in Bethlehem! 
To the very home of David, 
Comes the shoot of Jesse’s stem; 
Ancient promises fulfilling- 
Christ is born in Bethlehem!


From the least now comes the Leader! 
Christ is born in Bethlehem! 
Marvel at His gracious favor! 
Christ is born in Bethlehem! 
God selects what men deem foolish; 
Boasting He excludes from them. 
Raise your voice this truth to savor! 
Christ is born in Bethlehem!

 
Shepherd of the blind and helpless, 
Christ is born in Bethlehem! 
Saving Son and Faithful Witness, 
Christ is born in Bethlehem! 
Voice this thought in joyful wonder- 
God Himself aligns with men! 
Praise our Hope displayed incarnate- 
Christ is born in Bethlehem!


--K. Hartnett, May 2006


I was inspired to write this poem after reading a sermon by John Piper called From Little Bethlehem Will Come a Ruler in Israel.  I recommend it.

Look, Mary, Look

Mary look, the baby’s smiling- 
Hearing Joseph call His name! 
Isn’t this the confirmation 
Of that which the angel claimed? 
Yes, your baby’s in a manger; 
Lying in a dirty stall. 
Look again- He’s Son of David; 
King of Jacob; Lord of all. 

Mary look, it’s Joseph crying- 
Worshipping the son you bore. 
What a husband there beside you, 
Kneeling humbly on the floor! 
Tiny babe holds calloused finger; 
Something touching deeply there. 
God indeed is in the stable- 
Granting vision; bringing care. 

Mary look, the shepherds coming- 
Calling out to greet their King! 
Do you know the proclamation 
That they heard the angels bring? 
“You will find Him in a manger; 
Wrapped and lying in the straw” 
Mary, you are not in danger, 
Look how God prescribed it all. 

Mary look, the star appearing! 
Moving higher into view! 
What a strange, but precious wonder, 
There abiding over you. 
See, the star shines into heaven- 
Angels' mark where God met man! 
Hidden from the view of mortals, 
God completes what He began.

Look, Mary, look, 
It wasn’t just a dream. 
God’s indeed at work, 
Despite how things might seem.


--K. Hartnett, June 2006


I am aware of taking a risk with this poem, as I'm sure there are some who would be offended at the notion that Mary was anything but completely steadfast in her faith.  Indeed, I fully agree that the Mary of scripture is a wonderful example of faith, obedience, and loving loyalty.  But I can't help but wonder what all was in her young heart and mind as the events of that season in her life unfolded- especially that day in Bethlehem.  The poem is the product of my imagination; written to encourage all who are experiencing circumstances that are hard to understand. 

September 21, 2006

Sow Then the Precious Seeds of Hope

Think not that God rejects you,

Nor can’t protect His child.

The lying voice of evil

Would have you thus beguiled.

No, rather contemplate your lot

In light of Calvary,

And know His covenantal love

Makes joy a guarantee.

 

Fret not yourself comparing,

It only leads to sin.

Avoid the trap of dwelling

On how things might have been.

Press closer to your Father’s heart-

His nearness is your good.

Your limitations He prescribes;

Your sorrows, understood.

 

Strive not in comprehending

But in His mercy, rest.

He works a greater wisdom

Than human thoughts suggest.

The trusting soul will know a peace

The mind cannot conceive.

How great indeed His promises

For those who have believed!

 

Sow then the precious seeds of hope,

And water them with tears;

You soon will come rejoicing when

His faithfulness appears.


--K. Hartnett, April 2006


The last four lines of this poem are a paraphrase of Psalm 126:5-6.  I wrote the poem for a couple in the church who were experiencing an unusual and grueling medical trial.


August 20, 2006

Honored Be Thy Wondrous Word!

With Your Name supreme exalted, 

Honored be Thy wondrous Word! 

Safed from mankind's ill persuasion, 

Has Thy truth thus been preserved. 

Warnings sure, but comforts better! 

One the witness from its parts;  

Fire to heat the studied preacher; 

Hammer cracking stony hearts. 

 

Could there work a keener power, 

Strong and sharp to meet its ends? 

By it stand the stars of heaven; 

With it, angels swift He sends. 

Piercing down 'tween soul and spirit, 

Finer than a two-edged sword; 

Strength prepared to smite the nations, 

Poised to slay the devil's horde. 

 

Agent of the great Creator, 

Moving surely through the earth;  

Sowing seed that brings salvation, 

Watering the souls You birth; 

Daily feeding thankful thousands, 

Earnest trust of those in need;  

Faithful to fulfill Your purpose, 

'Turning not 'til You succeed.  

 

Light of Life dispelling darkness, 

Lamp before the pilgrim's stride, 

Let illumined truth resplendent 

Richly in my soul abide! 

Turn these eyes from worthless pastimes, 

Teach me all Thy ways aright;  

Open up Your wondrous statutes; 

In Thy law is my delight!

 

 

-- K. Hartnett, March 1999

 

I've dedicated this poem to Dr. John Piper of Desiring God Ministries because of his infectious love for the scriptures and marvelous teaching from them.  It was one of his teaching tapes that broke the writer's block that I had and helped me finish this poem.  Sad but true, my block was after the very first line - a line that I carried around in my head for the better part of a year!  May the Lord open up His glorious Word to you afresh, Dr. Piper.


FYI - My original format for this poem included a second column with references to the various scriptures that I paraphrased in the body of poem.  Unfortunately, the center column of this blog template is too narrow to include them.  If you'd like a copy of this version, click here: Download honored_be_thy_wondrous_word.doc

August 15, 2006

If Ever a Complaint

If ever a complaint

Or thankless notion makes its way

Across my restless tongue,

Or finds a haven where to prey

Upon my better sense,

May then the grace of God be plain;

Reminding me from whence

My soul’s right destiny was claimed.


K. Hartnett, December 1999

 

Sometimes it's funny where and when you'll get a little inspiration and a few minutes to work on a poem.  I distinctly remember writing this one from the parent's observation balcony at a local indoor swimming pool while the children splashed and played below.  I much prefer writing where it's quiet - but who's complaining?

 

 

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