PSALMS OF PRAISE

GREAT SAVIOR GOD, how good it is that you gave us your picture. I keep it in a leather locket, on a chain around my neck, near my heart. When I long for you, I pop my locket open; I find you there…   GREAT SAVIOR GOD, your picture is genuine, so real. When phoniness […]

Deep, in Eden, o’er by a brook, along the way, penetrating silence, softly broken, as gurgling waters play. Sleek doe, and baby fawns, drawn nigh deeply drink, whilst golden rays, above, celebrate dawn’s primitive brink. Thick darkness, retreats, glorious light fills the sky!, myriad critters, and creatures, are stirred to life. And a man, and

Still. Hush, be still; shhhhhh. Close thine eyes; listen, my soul, He draweth nigh, in the stillness. Still. Hush, be still; shhhhhh. Close thine eyes; listen, my soul, He calleth thee nigh, in the stillness. Still. Hush, be still; shhhhhh. Close thine eyes; listen, my soul, He abideth nigh, in the stillness.  

The Agent, the Word of Creation, even Jesus, stepped to the shore, and looked upon the watery expanse. The sun, a golden disk, playfully hopscotched across the water’s waves for His pleasure. He, humankind’s best Friend, and Savior, had walked upon those waves, waves that yielded to His Word. The water of Galilee beckoned to

In your mind, on out ahead, out yonder, what do you see? Yourself, heavenly hosts, Jehovah dear, forever eternity? Long passed friends, and loved ones, sore, sore missed family? Heavenly body, ‘er young, ‘er strong, disease free, immortality?  No more sin, and sorrow, the Great Commandment, ‘er Jubilee? Understanding, insight, the tutelage of God, surpassing

Who is he that would exalt himself above your throne? O sovereign God, has he not been cast down? Amen. Who is he that would declare himself to be like you? O sovereign God, has he not been exposed? Amen. Who is he that would control the people? O sovereign God, has he not been

Your skies so blue, awesome sunsets red, Artist extraordinaire, Jehovah, the Best.   Your heavens so vast, in situ light, long treads, Artist extraordinaire, Jehovah, the Best.   Your atoms so small, O my, parts smaller yet, Artist extraordinaire, Jehovah, the Best.   Your water so fluid, frozen sinks not!, it floats!, instead, Artist extraordinaire,

Jubilee, in my heart, thus art thou my Lord, Endless joy, in thee, yea ever a festal chord, Seeking heart, poured out, none but thee adore, Unto the heights, together, thus united we soar, Savior God, sweet grace! thou art my excellent reward.   …   Unto the heights, together, thus united we soar!

Fix on Jesus, O my soul, bask in his fellowship and rejoice, O my soul. Adore and love him, O my soul, kiss his pier’ced hand, O my soul. Incline your ear, O my soul, it’s up high, whisper-soft like the clouds, O my soul. Trust and follow, O my soul, follow that blessed rhythm,

When the oxen stumbled, O my, the Ark of God slid forth, slipping, sliding, this precious article of great worth.   And David, the singers, yea, even the good folks all around, watched it teeter, and totter, thus hover above the ground.   Nay, no way, it shall in nowise fall, good man Uzza, nearby,