PSALMS OF PRAISE

You are life; you have life within yourself. You composed, set in place, the code that governs all life, that effuses from you. The keys of life, and death, are in your hands; we are known by you before the womb, after the grave. You number our days; withal, you whisper into our ears our […]

Look yonder, His star, it shineth so bright,doth twinkle, doth glow, yon heavenly light.Little, baby finger, O point Thou high,all Thy heavens, array, unto Thee this night.Yea twas thus, Thine finger, long times be past,didst point, didst strike, Thine very star’s fireblast.

A season is given to sow and to reap, given to all your beloved and precious sheep.   The periods and spans that outline our lives, you preordain for good and bless from on high.   Life is but fleeting it fast slips away, a heavenly gift is each numbered day.   Every second with

Martha’s in the kitchen, cooking up a mighty storm, yea, Jesus, even Jesus our Lord is coming over, for a little stay.   Cooking this, O my, and cooking that, laying the table out, getting it done, getting it right, beyond a shadow of a doubt.   Knock, knock, knock, who’s at the door, even

When the days are long, and the nights even longer still, your messengers of love, of their time, do the heart fill.   When battles are many, and burdensome toils overbear, your messengers of love, come alongside, even in prayer.   When much pain overwhelms, and despair it so chokes the soul, your messengers of

You are my Hero great savior God Jesus; I love and admire you.   You are my dear Friend great savior God Jesus; I love and cherish you.   You are my Lord great savior God Jesus; I love you and bow before you.   Praised be your Name great savior God Jesus, Hero, Friend,

POINT: MY LORD, were your nails ever blue, did splinters impale you? MY LORD, were the workdays long, did someone mock and yell when they thought you did wrong? MY LORD, were your tools true and good, to better fashion the wood? MY LORD, did anyone offer their help, when the work’s strain you felt?

Falling snow, laid down, sparkling white, serene, a holy night, our Savior, a portrait supreme. Blowing snow, grows up, common hues, unfeigned, a holy life, our Savior, a portrait mundane. Melting snow, flows out, crystal clear, impassioned fire, a holy offer, our Savior, a portrait undesired. Falling snow, laid down, sparkling red, serene, a holy

I stand atop a mountain, overlooking a great vast sea, turbulent and roaring, so different and apart from Thee.   Angry storms are raging, the mass is heartlessly thrown, still down beneath the surface, this higher evil cannot be known.   Nonetheless, eddies, and currents, bring each element up into the mix, and then, and

He must needs go through Samaria that day, see here, to bless even bless, a dear friend, yea to rest a spell, quench His thirst yon well, this lost sheep battered to tend.   Yon ewe astray, been round and round you say, the talk of all Sychar-town, five husbands before, a sixth at the