- J Alan R
Psalms Renderings Four
The Praying Man
Concerning tragedy from afar
The praying man says:
Lord, may Your will be done.
Coming near and nearer home,
The praying man begs:
Lord, spare Your child harm.
Harming his own brow now,
The praying man asks:
Lord, why me?
‘Not unto us, Lord, not unto us,’
But the praying man knows:
‘Lord, to Your name be glory!’
Psalm 115:1a
When You Whispered
The clouds poured forth drowning wet,
The skies filled with deafening sound,
The winds raked the trees completely bare,
And the earth trembled, knowing You were near.
Should I, no less, fall down in reverent fear?
What I remember most is when You whispered,
‘You’re My dear.’
Psalm 77
Vengeful Fame
He divided the sea
And made it on both sides
Stand like walls,
With a dry floor between
So His children could walk past.
Still they did not believe
And sinned even more.
In the desert unknown
He led them with a daytime cloud
And in the night a pillar of fire,
So none would lose their way.
Still they did not believe
And sinned even more.
He split rocks
So water would gush,
Rivers and streams,
From which they could bathe
And drink.
Still they did not believe
And sinned even more.
He spread delicacies and delight
Not found in any wilderness,
And opened the doors of heaven,
Raining down food the angels eat,
And caused fowl to fly from afar...
They ate meat to the full.
Still they did not believe
And sinned even more.
Again and again, He turned away
His anger,
Remembering they were but flesh,
And forgave and forgave their
iniquities.
Still they did not believe
And sinned even more.
He beat back their enemies
Not giving them over to the sword,
And built them a great nation,
A one without reproach
Still they did not believe
And sinned even more.
He gave them a stout Lord
To defend and shepherd the way,
An inheritance in forevermore
And a throne to rule the day.
Still they did not believe
And sinned even more.
Mercy is His name
Grace is His mind
And Love is His heart,
Thanks be to the Trinity
Who stays His vengeful Fame.
Psalm 78
Where Are You, God?
Where are You, God?
Our hedges are broken.
Passersby pluck our fruit.
Our roots are devoured.
Where are You, God?
You planted us.
You tended us.
You shined on us.
Where are You, God?
Look upon us.
Return to us.
Revive us.
Where are You, God?
This time, we’ll remember.
This time, we’ll follow
This time, we’ll obey.
Where are You, God?
Psalm 80
From Thunder
I removed his shoulders
from the burden.
I freed his hands
from the baskets.
I relieved his feet
from the wandering.
He called out
from trouble,
And I answered him
from thunder.
But he then turned
from Me.
He walked away
from My voice.
He took no wisdom
from My counsel.
If he’d call out
from trouble,
I would answer him
from thunder.
I would protect him
from his enemies.
I would feed him
from the finest wheat.
I would refresh him
from all thirst.
Call out to Me
from trouble,
And I will answer
from thunder.
Psalm 81
Justice League
You stand among the mighty
of this spinning orb,
You alone judge those who
would adjudicate,
You are Father of princes and
this earth’s kings.
They do not defend the
defenseless,
They show partiality to the
wicked,
They fail to deliver the
needy.
They do not know, nor do they
understand,
They walk about all day
in darkness,
They make unstable the earth’s
foundations.
Arise, All Mighty!
Avenge your children, Most High!
Bring justice to this league
of would be heroes, Oh God!
Psalm 82
Even the Biggest of Trees
With even the biggest of trees it is understood
they still face the fire that burns the wood.
Men who fancy themselves to be gods,
still die like men when dark twilight nods.
Psalms 82 and 83