Lord, there is so much to say. I open my mouth and find your praise in it. My life is your boast. May those who are cast off Take comfort and consolation When the rumor of God grows great among us. There is no count of the needs I brought him, Questions I cried out and answers That blushed over me Like a soft dawn in the high sky, So that I hardly noticed the change Until, suddenly, the birds Were singing again. I did not know light could ring, Nor faith stretch true as a plucked string, Nor fold and dive like a tucked wing. He shone. The sun rose. Lord knows My fears fled. Shame slipped From my grip. Hope shined Bright as brass and silver fast. The Lord himself walked all my edges, And nothing could hold him back. Oh, taste him, test him— See that he is good. He is a shelter, a home, a hallow. He is the feast the hungry lack, The wine that draws them back. If you want life and you love your days, Come take his goodness with two hands. Lord, you hear every slapdash, slipshod, Half-hearted, broken prayer the righteous raise. But those who want to bend your way awry And devour your people like bread, Find you flint faced and stone still. He draws nearer to the brokenhearted than they know. He frees those who have been crushed, Bruised, careworn, and snuffed out. Those who make the Lord Their hope find him in lockstep When they wend their way Through their afflictions. But the wicked find the deaths They feared all their roiling days In wait for them, hungry as ever. God shelters all who come to him As their last, lost, happy home.
Text Psalms: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 46, 47, 51, 53, 54, 61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 70.
Psalms in audio: 19, 28, 33, 40, 62
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