-A Psalm of David for the Director of all music.
Stars. They spin and wink,
White and blue & light, poised in heaven
Marking seasons, days, yearns
They and galaxies after them
Broadcast God’s gravity.
Open skies, broken clouds
Voice His handiwork
Sunset, sunrise, sunset and awakens
Exhibit His knowledge
No dialect resides or hides from that voice
The white noise of God.
A sound seeping through holes in a broken world.
Poised by stars is sun, beneath a heavenly tent
He is a bridegroom proceeding
He is a champion running course
A river coming forth
from Dawn’s starting line ’till Dusk’s finish
He will not diminish, He will heat all.
Law–the Lord’s–consummates ALL
Rekindling fire, our soul
His statues sound
Humbling wise to ground and soil and stone.
Edict of our King right
Wrong hearts igniting delight
When God dictates,
Radiant light illuminates landscapes
Fear–of Him–Remains pure-
Standing tall forevermore
His ordinance, His ambience
These more than gold
Sweet love and honey
Seized from fan combs
Each warning us
Each kept, great reward
Can you note His lapse?
Forgive my covert guilt.
Stay me from slayful meditations
Willful rebellion enslaves us all
By Your authority blame us banished
Vanishing as if it never was.
My words, reflections, mouth and heart
Are Yours and only Yours
May my affections, mirth impart
Your pleasure, Rock my Rescue.