Sunday, May 6, 2012

Psalm 3

But You, O LORD, are a shield about me,
the One who lifts my head, You’re my Glory,
O great God, I voiced my cries to You
From Your sacred summit, You responded to me.

You lift my head. You pay attention to my head. You hear my cries. You care to answer me, to respond to my call. You, on Your holy mountain, You, Who maintains the entire universe choose to reply to me. You, Who calls stars by name, Who I cannot reasonably describe, Who dwells in unapproachable light, Who speaks and causes things to be that were not. Who creates from nothing. Who Was and Is and Is to Come, Always and Forever and Never Not Has Been. You give me answer. I’m stunned.

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