Psalm 107

O give thanks to the Holy One, whose reputation is goodness,
whose love is steadfast and forever.

From the depths of mourning,
in anger and in tears we pray:

O give thanks to the Holy One, whose reputation is goodness,
whose love is steadfast and forever.

From the wasteland of gun violence,
in distress and in repentance we pray:

O give thanks to the Holy One, whose reputation is goodness,
whose love is steadfast and forever.

From the deadly bowels of racism,
in defiance and for life we pray:

O give thanks to the Holy One, whose reputation is goodness,
whose love is steadfast and forever.

From the culture of accumulation,
in our jealous vigilance we pray:

O give thanks to the Holy One, whose reputation is goodness,
whose love is steadfast and forever.

From the middle of the storm,
in fear and in defeat we pray:

O give thanks to the Holy One, whose reputation is goodness,
whose love is steadfast and forever.

From the bedside of sickness and death,
in the company of love and loss we pray:

O give thanks to the Holy One, whose reputation is goodness,
whose love is steadfast and forever.

Who else would we praise but you, O God?
Whose name should be sung in worship or
carved onto our hearts for the sake of life?
Be Thou our judgment and our redemption
according to your goodness and your love,
and we will meditate on your faithfulness
from sunrise to sunrise with thanksgiving.

cross-posted at RevGalBlogPals

Psalm 148

The angels have every reason to boast:
in their mission beyond time and form,
in their gift of eternal song.
But see: they brag on God alone.

The sun has every reason to puff its chest:
all eyes turn toward it with every day,
its dawn is the hope of every heart.
But no: it praises the Creator.

The mountains and hills know their swagger:
they are parabolic obstacles and havens,
mysteries and revelations of folklore.
But note: they glorify God’s name.

The fire and hail, snow and wind know their fame:
as life measures its seasons by their impact,
as they toy with comfort and fear.
But listen: their tribute is made to the Sovereign.

So our egos aggrandize themselves in vain:
we who wilt under the sun and rain,
who stumble and wander in need of guides.
Take heed: exaltation belongs to God.

Shadows

At night, the shadows are the stillness
and I am panicked as I pray:
Lord, be with me.

In the day, the shadows are the desolation
and I am resigned as I pray:
Lord, be with me.

In the news, the shadows are the flood of despair
and I am broken apart by pain as I pray:
Lord, be with me.

Among enemies, the shadows are the betrayal
and I am tired & angry as I pray:
Lord, be with me.

Even though I walk through shadows
along unfamiliar terrain,
I fear no predator
for you stay with me.
(Psalm 23:4)

Hannah’s Song

Though my soul is dry,
the stream is swollen with rain
because God’s goodness has not failed.

Though the bread crumbs are stale,
the doe and her fawn graze without worry
because God’s goodness has not failed.

Though death looms with certainty,
the sun sings a new song every morning
because God’s goodness has not failed.

Though soldiers sharpen their weapons for war,
the sidewalk yields to a stubborn dandelion
because God’s goodness has not failed.

Though arrogance shouts from its mountain,
the hummingbird continues to savor earth’s nectar
because God’s goodness has not failed.

on 1 Samuel 2:1-10

Psalm 130

I long for You, O Steadfast Love,
like the morning glory longs for dawn;
and yet if You turned Your gaze my way
how could I stand in Your sight?

I long for You, O Foolish Hope,
like the desert longs for the rain;
and yet if You flooded over me
how could I keep my footing?

I long for You, O Whispered Word,
like a parched tongue longs for a fountain;
and yet if You poured out in holy speech
how could I have courage to hear?