It is fitting to thank the Lord,
Showing Him that He is adored;
Singing praises unto His name,
It is fitting as to proclaim.
Go and proclaim your loyal love,
Of faithfulness from up above;
His faithfulness during the night,
Through loyal love in morning light.
Meditative tone of the lyre,
Playing to show we admire;
He makes me happy in my deeds,
For helping of each one succeeds.
I sing for joy what He has done,
Finishing all what had begun;
Protecting us where evil lurks,
Plans intricate showing His works.
Spiritually insensitive,
Looks at a sin alternative;
Because they do not recognize,
What the godly that they despise.
The fool never does understand,
Why would the Lord ever demand;
Since He has given us free will,
Nothing to incite or instill.
When the wicked sprout up like grass,
Heavy dew makes it shine like glass;
Evildoers glisten through lies,
Soon annihilated and dies.
Through the Lord we live forever,
While His reign will not sever;
What our enemies cherish,
Will be causing them to perish.
The evildoers will scatter,
Gossiping while they chatter;
I gloat in triumph their defeat,
From all their lies they used to cheat.
Never let it being ignored,
To plant in the House of the Lord;
Grow in His courts with deep roots,
To declare with abundant fruits.
Copyright © 2018 Richard Newton Sherrer