Power and Provision -
A Poetic Paraphrase of Psalm 146
Let my soul sing to the Lord,
Exalting Him in tune and word.
I adore Him, while I live,
Lifting high the praise I give.
The highest royalty can't save,
As mortal men go to the grave.
They fall and vanish, like the soil,
As nothing comes from all their toil.
But happy are the ones who trust
The great Jehovah, who is just.
Creator of all things that are:
The sky, the sea, the earth, the star.
Our Maker's caring is displayed
With freedom, food, and other aid.
He opens up the eyes born blind
And lifts the humble; He is kind.
The orphan, outcast, left alone
Can find in Him a loving home.
But those who set out to destroy,
He blocks and frustrates every ploy.
The Lord is King forevermore,
May generations Him adore.
Praise the Lord forever.
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