My Psalm

Father, How can I make sense of you?

Boundless, Infinite, marvelous

I can’t put your majesty in words

Look at all you’ve done for me

I am eternally grateful


You tell me it is all true

That I can trust you

and stay in your embrace



You rescued me when I was your enemy

When I fought the light

And enjoyed the dark

You saved me, God

And showed me freedom


You gave me stable ground

A Friend I can rely on

You are so faithful, Jesus

When I am a cheating bride

You are still so faithful


And you never love me any less

How can it be true?

Can you really be that good?


A vision of your face…

Blood and dirt in your wrinkles

Your eyes twinkle at me

And you say

It is all true.


How can you love me so much, God

When I can’t even love myself

I vow to walk with you the rest of my days

Until we meet face to face

And I will say


It is all true


3 Comments Add yours

  1. Andy says:

    Bravo, bravo, Magnificent!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Very good now you can write one in 17th century English poetry. I expected to mean double spaced and with a wonderful use of automatopia as well as the use of the King James Version. By the way what is the cheating bride? I didn’t think they existed.


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