PerGoSeeMo Psalm 11

Psalm 11. Psalms 33:1-3, 150:6

            Let all creation bring you glory –

Let all creation give you praise –

Let all creation sing their hallelujah in their own ways:

            Let the minstrels take their lutes,

Their lyres, mandolins, and flutes,

And turn the music of their Lord

Into aural melodies and chords.

            Let the seamster take his clothes,

Fabrics and thread with which he sews,

And every stitch his needle makes

Be for your steadfast love and grace.

            Let the royals aim to rule

With righteousness revealed in you –

Their justice, like yours, ever be

Equal to their clemency.

            Let all creation bring you glory –

Let all creation give you praise –

Let all creation sing their hallelujah in their own ways:

            Let the fox inside the woodland’s

Life somehow reflect your goodness –

Nature showing nature of

Its maker in the world above.

            Let moon and his daytime brother

Shine for you and for no other;

Let strong winds and gentle breezes

Move or still as their master pleases.

            Let the darkest beings contrast

With light we’ve known from ages past.

Let every part, though great or small,

Point back to God behind it all.

            Let all creation bring you glory!

Let all creation give you praise!

Let all creation sing their hallelujah in their own ways!

PerGoSeeMo Psalm 8

Psalm 8. 1 Timothy 2:5; John 3:16

            Join me on the in-between

Where author and creation meet

Together on the bridge you’ve stretched

As far as east is from the west.

            In the book is clearly seen

Creator’s love for what he’s made;

Of course he’d wish, and bring to be,

Rapport with us beyond the page.

            Earth and heaven far apart

As writing and reality;

No way this mortal one could start

To reach you, so you reached to me.

            Join me on the in-between

Where author and creation meet

Together on the bridge you’ve stretched

As far as east is from the west.

            You so loved the world you birthed,

You put yourself through agony,

That we who dwell upon your earth

Might share in your eternity.

            Now the honor mine to know

The one who dreamed me into being.

How many with dreams of their own

Would pay so dear for such a thing?

            Join me on the in-between

Where author and creation meet

Together on the bridge you’ve stretched

As far as east is from the west.