Let Mercy be a Melody -a poem on Psalm 95

God calls me to sing
Of a love so amazing
Sing a song of gladness
How I’m saved from the madness
Of sin's angry blindness
The world’s empty blandness


What a joy to be able
To shout not a fable
But of grace unknown
And God on the throne
May I not fall away
Harden my heart this day


Let mercy be a melody
Ringing of His dying for me
Stir my voice to shout
And praise to breakout
Of the song of God’s Son
He’s my supreme reason

A Father’s Strong Hand -a poem on Psalm 94

Your judgments are fearful
But your disciplines cheerful
Your loving correction
Is so great an affection
Though it brings sorrow
Joy comes on the morrow

You will never allow
One of yours to bow
To any secret sin
Nothing evil within
But you drive us away
From every evil to sway

A Father’s strong hand
Means a love so grand
He will not let me kiss
That which will miss
The joy of His glory
Let me shout out the story
Of a God who takes wrath
Out of my path
And on to His Son
By such grace I am won

In Christ are all yes- a poem on Psalm 91

To be hid in His mighty hand
There the strength to stand
In God is all power
He is my strong tower

There is none other
Closer than a brother
No lion brings fright
No beast in the night
Nor an army of legions
Out of the nether regions

For my soul is secure
The cross has made me pure
From wrath I have been hid
Of guilt I am now rid
All promises to bless
In Christ are all yes

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Your Days are Set -a poem on Psalm 90

Before time began

Before children ran

God was there

Ruling the air

Always and forever

No end whatsoever

Made us from dust

Out of earth’s crust

Owning all breath

Determines each death

O never forget

Your days are set

His wrath is justified

But Christ was crucified

His anger is right

Yet I’m just in His sight

Guilt far removed

I am now approved

Though I deserved sadness

He has brought me gladness

WHEN FAITH IS FRAIL

A poem on Psalm 88

DOUBTS COME ALONG

SIN HEAPING TROUBLE

FEARS STEAL MY SONG

REDUCE ME TO RUBBLE

JOY FLEES LIKE A THIEF

EMPTYING THE HEART

CAREWORN FOR BELIEF

I NEED A NEW START

A SMOLDERING WICK

HE WILL NOT SNUFF OUT

WHEN THOUGHTS ARE SICK

AND HEART IN DROUGHT

COMPASSIONS WON’T FAIL

MERCIES STILL NEW

WHEN FAITH IS FRAIL

HIS PROMISE STILL TRUE

WHILE HE HIDES HIS FACE

HIS GRACE IS SECURE

I WILL RUN THE RACE

AND SURELY ENDURE

MY JOY WILL REVIVE

I BEEN PURCHASED WITH BLOOD

MY SOUL WILL THRIVE

IN THAT MERCIFUL FLOOD

Joy's Eternal Address

A poem on Psalm 87

Only one joy will last

Only one unsurpassed

To love what God adores

And hate what He abhors

There is no other place

Nothing provides a trace

But God gives to His own

Contentment yet unknown

It calls me to pursue

And promises to renew

A new birth begins my quest

In Christ I first must rest

I will forever sing

An ever flowing spring

My joy will never end

Christ my eternal friend

Of joy I will be serious

Not at all mysterious

That God is nothing less

Than joy’s eternal address

The cross I will pursue

Bid all the world adieu

God has for me a home

From Christ I’ll never roam