His Steadfast Love Endures Forever / on Psalm 136

Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good,
for His steadfast love endures forever.
Give thanks to your King and Friend,
for He has not let you stray too far,
for His steadfast love endures forever.

Gives thanks to the One who formed you from the dust,
for His steadfast love endures forever,
to He who has never stopped perfecting you in the fire,
for His steadfast love endures forever;
who has never allowed the fire to destroy but only to shape,
for His steadfast love endures forever;
to the Author of not only your faith but of your salvation,
for His steadfast love endures forever.

Give thanks to the God of the universe,
who cares for every hair and molecule of your body,
for His steadfast love endures forever;
to the God who would not let you finish your life,
for your time is His that He has given to you,
for His steadfast love endures forever.

Give thanks to the God whose breath is in your lungs
and will not let it extinguish until you will be with Him again,
for His steadfast love endures forever;
to the God of Jacob and of Israel,
to the God of your past and your future,
for His steadfast love endures forever.

Give thanks with your whole heart, whole mind, and whole spirit
to the constant pursuit that is of the Lord,
for His steadfast love endures forever;
and remember His name when floodwaters rise,
or when riverbeds dry, or when all seems lost,
for His steadfast love endures forever;
and remember where you have been,
your own Egypt, your own slavery,
for His steadfast love endures forever;
see your freedom to be His and feel the drawing near,
for nothing earthly can satisfy,
for His steadfast love endures forever.

Praise and honor for the Only One who would bear nails in his hands
and set us on paths of righteousness. Blessed be the Redeemer.


a response to Psalm One-hundred Thirty-six

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I am Forgiven / on Psalm 032

Evil one, why are you still here?
I told you to go but you reside in my fear.
You’ve been evicted, kicked out.
Still you’re wicked, and you write hooks
like a heavy weight bout, right hooks.
Get it?

You write hooks, music to my ears,
telling me all the things I want to hear
but never something I need.
So you open your palm, never a psalm, and say “Feed,”
as if I’m the livestock you prod around,
leaving scars all up and down
the sides of my soul.
Who is really in control?
But that’s the irony, isn’t it?
Although you treat me like livestock,
I am truly dead inside if I leave the flock.
I belong to you no longer, Satan.
O, I am the LORD’s; my paths he will straighten!


a response to Psalm Thirty-two

The Lord Is My House / on Psalm 011

Come with fire and torch, threat and force
This house of mine will not be shaken
even if its foundations are made no more
I’ll stand and sing with brothers and sisters
even in the prison of my enemies
for the LORD is in his house

Come with hate and deceit, death and heat
This house of mine is not found here —
my home is at the right hand of the throne
I may weep at your taunts, O wicked man
but my joy is founded in heaven
for the LORD is always in his house!


a response to Psalm Eleven

Why Do I Hide Myself? / on Psalm 010

You, you made my heart
to beat and long and yearn for you!
And if that’s the case,
then why do I allow the enemy
to lie down in its bedchambers?
If you created me for so much more
why does my heart beat less and less?
O my LORD, I want to yearn for you!
This heart o’ mine
yearns for the divine!
In you I must find good,
for nowhere else can I go, O my soul!


a response to Psalm Ten

Out of All Creation, Man / on Psalm 008

O LORD, our Lord,
how majestic is your name in all the earth!
Out of all creation, every galaxy and every creature of the sky,
you have counted every hair of man and care for his soul.

Though we did not want you, you sought us before birth!
Despite our crimson stain, you came thundering quietly to our side,
that you may display your love to us, not in part, O but in whole.

Out of all creation, the moon and stars,
the birds of the heavens and the fish of the sea,
you entrusted man, as unworthy as he is, to carry your holy name.

Now, as an heir to a new earth, though once so far,
because of a mercy greater than the sickness in me,
I can trust the one taking my place that it will be him proclaimed.
O LORD, our Lord,
how majestic is your name in all the earth!


a response to Psalm Eight