Psalm 15. Psalms 34:1-9; Matthew 6:33
Oh, that I’d sing like this now and always! –
My spirit shouting praises though my smiling mouth is still;
That I’d hold onto this high in the low times.
Help me to remember; I pray I ever will.
You gave me heart when I raised my weary eyes
From the dale of discouragement and far beyond the hills;
When I determined to tell of your greatness,
Exalting your name as I pray I ever will.
I cried in my suffering – knowing well you heard me –
Straining for an answer I may now begin to hear:
Not a “yes”, less a “no”, more a “wait until you seek me;
Trust me in the dark that I may teach you not to fear.”
You gave me words far too long lying dormant,
Silent inside where none – not even I – could hear.
You pulled the rocks from the dam that blocked a river
Of love due you whether I’m glum or of good cheer.
Oh, that I could hug you even tighter than you hold me,
The squeeze bringing release from this joyous overspill!
That I could look you in the eye and whisper, “Thank you,”
Showing gratitude as I pray I ever will.