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

Past is Past / on Psalm 025

It’s been forty days
since I’ve felt the sway
of the silent waters
It’s been too damn long
on the same old song
I needtobreathe again

Let me not write prose concerning some ghosts
when beautiful surrounds, rejoicing abounds,
and yet greater things are to come

The roar of the silent waters echo again,
the old sailor returns to the ocean’s open tides.
Seafarer, you’re a captain, no servant of sin;
the sea’s fairer than what desire denies and hides.
Islands of man are shaped by miles of the I Am.

Am I still that sailor adrift,
the glassy blue I’m amidst?
Is loneliness from my own vain image
or is it a sort of pilgrimage?


a response to Psalm Twenty-five

Green Pastures / on Psalm 023

These feet will walk on green pastures
and run toward your glory for ever after
On your holy ground I am barefoot,
washed clean of the filth and soot
My toes will dip into the Jordan
as I am freed from the warden
I need thy rod and thy staff,
the grace of ransomed wrath


a response to Psalm Twenty-three

And Yet He Still Came / on Psalm 012

Not one of us were faithful to you;
no one from the children of man.
We would forfeit our souls for a lie
that we would gladly dress ourselves in.
Yet you remain faithful. LORD, why?

We were not your people,
yet you call out, “My people.”
She who was not beloved,
you call out to my sister, “Beloved.”
And again you pursue,
making us “sons of the living God.”

You, O LORD, will keep us forever! Why?
Your heart is like the furnace refining silver,
and your love, refined seven times seven!
Your mercy, it burns. O but not me. Your Son!
You remain faithful until the very end. LORD, why?


a response to Psalm Twelve

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