Psalter Cadence

Foraging around the church building this past week I spent time in an old Bible, a magnificent specimen of the endearment which the Word of God held in the hearts of some in days gone by. Published sometime in the 1880’s, it was filled with over 2000 illustrative images seeking to provide “flannel board” understanding to the reader. The tome was near 6 inches thick, and 12 to 14 inches square; I spent quite a while on my historical journey through this blessed effort, to find as the fruit of my efforts a section in the back, of ancient prose. Several were addressing The Shepherd’s Psalm–Psalm 23.

Some are moved by this psalm to many degrees. I think of the soul who was so moved by the theological richness to pen the English words in rhyme. Somewhere in the midst of the industrial revolution, Presidents Chester Arthur and Grover Cleveland, the presentation of the Eiffel Tower, the first World Series game, the first patent on a roll film camera (Kodak), and electric streetcars…somewhere in the midst of this movement toward the explosive 20thCentury, yes, in the midst of the flurry of “modernity” some soul in the quiet of their heart was moved to recount the depths of solace and hope held in this psalmic gem.

This work could easily have been lost to antiquity as I doubt there are many of these Bibles around anymore. If they are, I would doubt many people are seeking to foray into the appendical catacombs ensconced therein. To honor the individuals who composed this volume, and to honor the heart once again of this long-ago departed saint, but most of all to honor the Shepherd of the sheep, I offer this work once again, well over the 130 years since it was first penned, as an encore.

I pray the truths would be both a balm, and a light to the sheep of His pasture.

My Shepherd is the Lord Most High,
And all my wants shall be supplied;
In pastures green he makes me lie,
And leads by streams which gently glide.

He in his mercy doth restore,
My soul when sinking in distress;
For his namesake he evermore,
Leads me in paths of righteousness.

Yea, though I walk through death’s dark vale,
Ev’n there no evil will I fear,
Because thy presence shall not fail,
Thy rod and staff my soul shall cheer.

For me a table thou hast spread,
Prepared before the face of foes;
With oil thou dost anoint my head;
My cup is filled and overflows.

Goodness and mercy shall not cease,
Through all my days to follow me;
And in God’s house my dwelling place
With him forevermore shall be.

Sweet Liberty

Now, She stands tall for all to see, watching over the Land of the Free,
Crowning us with glory sea to sea, God blessed us with our Sweet Liberty.

She cries with silent lips, from sea-washed, sunset gates,
“God will shed His grace on thee.”
Her mild eyes command, the keys to shackles worn.
Oh, she lights the way to opportunity!

Well, She stands tall for all to see, watching over the Land of the Free,
Crowning us with glory sea to sea, God blessed us with our Sweet Liberty.

She holds the word of truth, closely to her heart,
her freedom rings forever through this land,
May her flame burn bright, from shore to shore.
Let the torch rise high evermore!

She stands tall for all to see, watching over the Land of the Free,
Crowning us with glory sea to sea, God blessed us with our Sweet Liberty.

She stands tall for all to see, watching over the Land of the Free,
Crowning us with glory sea to sea, God blessed us with our Sweet Liberty.

Lord, Make My Life a Song!

I wrote this song in 1983. It is quite dated, but hopefully, the theology and metaphor still work.

 

 

 

Worthy are You who reigns above
To receive gifts of praise and love.
My gift to You is the song that I bring
Every day of my life, I want to sing.

Lord, make my life a song,
Let others see to whom I belong.
Lord, gift me strength to sing it out strong.
Lord, make my life a song.

The words are the things that I say and do.
The tune is the love I receive from You.
So I’ll sing it out loud in a special key,
I’ll sing it out loud in the key of me!

Lord, make my life a song
Let others see to whom I belong.
Lord, gift me strength to sing it out strong.
Lord, make my life a song.

I want people to see who I’m living for,
And then through me find the Open Door.
So, Lord, when they hear me, please help them to see,
That my life’s a song, but You’re the Symphony.

Lord, make my life a song
Let others see to whom I belong.
Lord, gift me strength to sing it out strong.
Lord, make my life a song to You.
Lord, make my life a song for You.
Lord, make my life a song.

Invocation

Lord, we come into Your sanctuary
Lord, we bow before Your holy throne.
Lord, we love to call You, “Abba, Father,”
And to know You call us your own.

 

As we gather here,
Lord, help us to see,
That You’re our greatest joy,
You’re our greatest; You’re our greatest need.

Lord, we come into Your sanctuary.
Lord, we come to glorify Your name.
Lord, we’re thankful for the cross You carried
And for the life, You gave us through your pain.

As we gather here,
Lord, help us to see,
That You’re our greatest joy,
You’re our greatest; You’re our greatest need.

Come. Open up our hearts, Lord.
Come. Open up our hearts.
Come. Open up our hearts, Lord.
Come, and open up our hearts

Lord, we come into Your sanctuary.
Lord, we feel Your Holy Presence here.
Lord, pour out Your Holy Spirit.
Leads us, heal us, hold us, draw us near.

As we gather here,
Lord, help us to see,
That You’re our greatest joy,
You’re our greatest; You’re our greatest need.

 

 

When You Seek Me

For I know the plans,
I have made for you.
Plans for good and not evil.
For a future and a hope.

You will call on me,
And I will hear your cry.
When you seek me with your whole heart,
I’ll be found by you.

When you seek me with your whole heart,
I’ll be found by you.
When you seek me with your whole heart,
I’ll be found by you.

I’ll return to you,
Your silver and your gold.
I will bring you home again.
I am the Lord!

You will call on me,
And I will hear your cry.
When you seek me with your whole heart,
I’ll be found by you.

When you seek me with your whole heart,
I’ll be found by you.
When you seek me with your whole heart,
I’ll be found by you.

When you seek me with your whole heart,
I’ll be found by you.
When you seek me with your whole heart,
I’ll be found.
I’ll be found.
I’ll be found by you
I’ll be found by you.

The Mighty Hands of God

The Mighty Hands of God
Won’t you let me show you the mighty hands of God?
Hands that formed the mountains and made the prairie sod,
Those which laid the desert sands and firmed the forest clod.
Hands that brought about the trees and cause the birds fly free,
Those which balance dew drops, and yet hold back the seas.

Won’t you let me show you the mighty hands of God?
Hands that fashioned from the dust, the bone of flesh and man,
Those which set the stars and planets in their celestial plan.
Hands that hold a child’s breath still let the trade-winds blow.
Those which called forth time and space the world will never know.

Won’t you let me show you the mighty hands of God?
Hands that grant us shelter and reach down from above,
Palms that own the keys of life, and bear the scars of love.
So hand in hand rest easy, down this earthen path we trod,
And know sweet child you’re in the hands, the mighty hands of God!