Bless the Lord, O my soul,
Praise Him for He is great;
Helping me reach my goal,
Console to compensate.
Yet such a mystery,
Of beauty and splendor;
Clothed with such majesty,
He is my defender.
He wraps Himself in light,
A robe spreads out the sky;
Covering pure and bright,
Awesomeness makes me sigh.
Laying the beams above,
His palace on waters;
That spreads His joy and love,
To His sons and daughters.
His chariot of clouds,
Walks on wings of the wind;
Seeing the gathered crowds,
A godly disciplined.
Winds are His messengers
Serve as flames of fire;
For being His soldiers,
Serving His desire.
He established the earth,
Upon its foundation;
Not shaken from its worth,
From its first formation.
For He covered the deep,
With waters of the sea;
Mountains rose as we sleep,
Vales sank to His decree.
Birds fly and nest in trees,
Wild beasts quench their thirst;
As songs heard in the breeze,
Praising to put God first.
Copyright © 2018 Richard Newton Sherrer
