| Makeshift psalm of praise |
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As I sat in the park today, I prayed for God to give me His wisdom. He led me to Ecclesiastes 7, but first gave me a psalm to sing. Here it is:
The commands of the Lord are simple
But His love is intricate.
It is complex
And beyond our understanding.
His word takes no logic,
A fool could understand His voice,
But His ways can't be described.
His Holy reign can't be matched.
He is a whisper,
So intense that the nations will bow.
He holds us in His hands
And commands the world to breathe,
But He chases us,
Weeping at the sight of our distraction-
Agonizing at our departure.
He's the One worth living for
And He's the One who comes to meet us-
Pouring out love freely
To anyone who will open their hearts.
He is the one who handles eternity,
Patient as a stone,
But in our temporary lives
We impatiently demand and cry out
"More! More! More!"
He is unending
And His name will never pass away.
We are wilting flowers
Without names and dying in the sun.
How can we prefer this
Over being called one of His?
I will live so that His name stays elevated
In lieu of being useless-
Another nameless color in the grass.
Praise be to the one who gives us hope
When we hardly understand Him. |
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