My hands also, you fit to hold a pen, Will I lift up my verses in praise of the Son? Unto thy great name I spin the verbs, Commandments which delight me – power my fingers. I have loved the grand service of a scribe, And I pray for treasures new and old. I willContinue reading “Statutes #48”
Princes also did rage, like Herod, against your Anointed, Sit and speak, their words like sewage flowed. Against me their horns pushed, But I trusted in my Christ, my King, my High Priest, my Beloved. Thy servant did silently wait while words swirled, Meditate in your judgments, this filled the silence and cut the noise.Continue reading “Statutes #23”
O That your glory my living may be.
O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him (Psalm 34:8).