Psalm 2

To download this song on your computer as an mp3 file, right-click the following link and select "Save Target As" option: psalm002.mp3.
You can find other downloadable music files on the music page

Your spirit is the spark in the beating of my heart.
YOUR PRESENCE IS THE WARMTH THAT CAN'T BE QUENCHED,
YOUR FAITHFULNESS IS TAKING ME TO A HIGHER PLACE.
IT'S RENT IN TWO THE VEIL ON MY FACE ALLELUJAH!
I'M ENTERING THE GLORY OF YOUR GRACE ALLELUJAH
I'M ENTERING THE GLORY..................... OF GRACE.
MY DAYS MAY PASS AWAY LIKE THE TRACES OF THE DAWN.
MEMORIES SCATTERED THROUGH THE SANDS OF TIME.
YOU'LL FIND IN ME NO SORROW FOR THE ASHES LEFT BEHIND,
MY SOUL, MY SPIRIT,REST IN PEACE WITH YOU ALLEILUJAH!
A PRAYER WAS THE LAST BREATH THAT I DREW. ALLEILUJAH!
REACHING OUT TO HEAVEN'S RENDEZ-VOUS.!
***

Behind the scenes halo protection is lurking all around
The blessings, the rescues, plus a destination heaven bound.
So there in its glory, you have my Empirical evidence,
That your journey on earth is a miracle residence!

Is your hoof (a.k.a. foot) soft
From being idle?
Procrastination should be put off!
Here comes the bridle!

***
Are you sure to pass the buck,
Whenever you muck up?
First to point the finger?
Your victim is out of luck.
You so quickly pass the cup!
Does any pride linger?

(You let an innocent take your blame, while you hid.
Isn’t that the opposite of what’s HIS name did?)

***

Reach for a peach; the bruised on earth or from the top sublime?
To enjoy the best, you best be willing to climb!
***

There’s no point or fun wish’in
That your dire condition
Will change with your butt in the dirt.
Stop your poor pole from swish’in
In the water. No fish’in!
I assert it wouldn’t hurt to exert some effort.!
***
Just how much further? Any sign of relief?
Your distance is determined by your belief!
***
Chains and fetters cannot bind,
When freedom soars in the mind.
***
Amass to keep and share, by sweat and toil hard.
The lazy man’s a mass too. Only his is lard.
***

Doubt edges us
To be credulous.
Trust your sacred pledge.
Watch! The wicked wedge,
That starts out so thin,
Just a splinter of sin,
But widens to a thorny hedge.
***

Dreams arise. Goals plumb.
At times great visions fall.
How humdrum the doldrums,
Or the grate cup of gall!

(Life has crapped! Better adapt!)
(Shatter that cup! Never give up!)

Chin up! Chest out ‘n swollen!
Opps! The Rock made you stumble.
You might not have fallen,
If your posture was humble.
***

Some show it by a harrowed face.
Some: a cheerfulness laced with grace.
Your carriage squeals how gains or loss
Effect the way you bear your cross.

(Life: blithe or blight,
His yoke is light!)

Below is an example of a before and after. I had the gist of it, but I refined it with all the driving references. I just liked it okay before, but now I really enjoy it. I thought you’d just like to see a bit of inspiration at work. His not mine.

Vengeance makes you even with your foe. Revenge reveals an inferior ego.

Passing over the sin will not leave you wearier,

But strengthened in your interior. A choice superior!

***

Vengeance steers wheel to wheel with your foe.Revenge refuels an inferior ego.
Bridging the gap is the superior choice. His High ways wind up in your interior voice.

(Getting even drives you insane.
Pray, stay in the passover lane!)

 

God says, “yes” a little and “no” a lot,
Or so life seems to indicate.
But what He says most, like it or not,
Is, “Guess you will have to wait!”
(Shall I condense?
It’s called patience!)

With dogmatic ears and Scottish glacomin eyes
Little wonder His grace we do not recognize.

The sweet thing about “Les Miz” is ,
The credit was not his, but His!


In life, in this,

I’d rather be wrong and have a soul that grows,

Than the short bliss,

of being right and the putrid pride it shows.


Evolution or devilution, which one has a hold on you?
Do you spiral up or down? Say “God bless!” BEFORE “eschew!”

Man, change requires two gears before one implements:
Recognition and gratitude. It’s all quite simple, gents!

***

It’s not fun to feel pain; to live with gnawing hurt.
But what we find in nature, is also true in you.
Wisdom adroitly goes against, what you thought you knew.
Take heed to God’s alert: all sunshine makes the dessert!
Our flimsy flesh doesn’t want the rain to keep us in.
It puts a dreary dismal damper on our self made plan.
Life’s stormy seasons force his spring cleaning to begin.
We say, “I can’t take another drop!” Abba speaks, “you can”
So we cry and pout, then stomp our feet, till Father orders, “hush,
Foolish child! Scan creation. The rain forest is most lush.
Now don’t complain. Better still, rejoice, my daughter, my son,
When you feel a drop of rain fall on your silky shirt.
Seek shelter. Find solace in the final fecund outcome,
For once again I assert, all sunshine makes the dessert!”