PerGoSeeMo Psalm 19

Psalm 19. Isaiah 40: 13-15a, 27-28; 45:22-23

            A chess game? With you? I wouldn’t presume.

You crafted the pieces. You founded the moves.

The board’s of your making, as, too, are the rules.

And I, at my most cunning, would still look a fool.

            You know every gambit there is, and besides,

You know which I’ll select well before I decide.

Even were I to team up with the world’s top minds,

You’re more than a match for all of mankind.

            You’d let us play on, thinking we’re all so sly –

Thinking we can outwit you, if we artfully try;

A trick with a bishop, a stunt with a knight,

Our opponent our pawn, if we play it just right.

            And so we’d proceed with our self-perceived guile,

You looking on from above us, the while.

And deep down we know, though we sometimes pretend,

That there’s only one way this great chess came can end.

            You’re simply too smart, and we’re simply too small.

No use in our going against you at all.

I lay my piece down as, one day, all will do –

Every one of us bowed to the king. Game to you.

PerGoSeeMo Psalm 12

Psalm 12. Ephesians 6:13-17

War ‘gainst the Prince of the Air rages on.

Peasant-turned-princess pulled from the sidelines.

            Off to the armory for one belt of truth.

Why yes, it’s quite stylin’,

But mostly so you’ll not be caught with your pants down.

The enemy’s known for his sly use of lies.

            Now for the shirt of mail.

Righteous!

Precisely.

Wear godliness, princess. It looks well on you.

            Now guard your heart:

On your arm, shield of faith.

Keep it steeped in the promises your King has given,

And fiery arrows have nothing to burn.

            Now guard your mind:

Don the helm of salvation.

The Crown Prince himself had it made just for you –

Forged with his own hands, at no small cost of blood.

So much for a foot soldier…

He gave it gladly.

            Take up your sword –

The King’s Spirit’s own weapon:

The blade of his word that can pierce you soul-deep.

            Step into boots that will carry you through

Any battle assigned – be at peace,

Knowing you’re full protected.

            Go now, my warrior,

Beloved daughter.

Stand and be brave, and remember

We’ve already won.