Hard is the Battle
Hard is the battle and long is the war.
Steep is the hill, very narrow the road.
Tired is the soldier, his feet they are sore.
Hungry is he and so heavy his load.
Sure is the victory, doomed is the foe.
Priceless the prize, and most glorious the King.
Though we may struggle, yet certain’s our hope:
Ever, with angels, His praises we’ll sing.
The Mosaic Maker
Takes shards of broken glass and stone,
Puts them together,
Creates a thing of form and beauty,
Unified and whole,
A New Creation
In deepest, darkest outer space,
Where countless flaming stars were hurled,
In complex cell machinery,
In DNA, wound up and curled,
In every butterfly or flower,
In countless wonders of this world,
See there the Master’s signature,
See there His banner bright unfurled.
copyright 2013 Mary Decker