Psalm 26:7--That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works.

Monday, June 18, 2012



There is none like unto my God.
For who can fashion clothes
out of honor and majesty?
Who can weave a garment
out of light?
Who can stretch the heavens
like a curtain
for his habitation?

None but my God.

All the earth
sings praise to You,
does wait for You,
and if only,
we would learn to
wait for You,
sing praise to You,
like the creatures low
who wait for food.

Praise the Lord, O earth created!
Let all your existence
shine forth His glory and majesty!
Praise Him as the flower
in the night:
Though draped in darkness
be your petals, let them
reach for star-strewn sky,
and seek the day’s new dawning.

O bless the Lord,
O bless the Lord,
O bless the Lord, my soul!

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