PerGoSeeMo Psalm 26

Psalm 26. Ezekiel 3:10-11

            Listen to the words the Lord has given;

Listen to the words he’s placed inside;

And though all other ears be closed,

I’ll sing the song that I’ve been told.

            Sing to me, O God, and let the music seep;

Let it sink down deep

And permeate me.

Take your pen and ink, and let no other stain me;

Alone sustain me,

That I may heap

            My praises unto you

As long as I have aught to give –

For all my everlasting life

It’s only thanks to you I’ll live.

            Listen to the words the Lord has given;

Listen to the words he’s placed inside;

And though all other ears be closed,

I’ll sing the song that I’ve been told.

            Whisper in my mind, and let me always hear;

Let the sounds come clear,

So there’s no mistaking.

Scribe upon my heart what you would have me take

In my hands and make

Into offerings

            And praises unto you

As long as I’m possessed of breath –

For all my everlasting life

I owe to your defeat of death.

            Listen to the words the Lord has given;

Listen to the words he’s placed inside;

And though all other ears be closed,

I’ll sing the song that I’ve been told.

PerGoSeeMo Psalm 15

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.

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!