Praise the Lord, O my soul,

The God of compassion;

To whom is in control,

Flowing love in fashion.

I will sing to the Lord,

Praise as long as I live;

Remain in one accord,

Giving all, I can give.

I will sing praise to God,

As I have my being;

Giving honor and laud,

Desire in seeing.

I put no trust in man,

Princes or any kings;

Because they have no plan,

That His salvation brings.

When His breath would depart,

Unto earth He returns;

All die for a new start,

As everyone learns.

Bless whose help is in God,

Whose hope is in the Lord;

Curing where they are flawed,

His commands not ignored.

He made Heaven and earth,

The sea and all the land;

All creatures given birth,

Spoken by His command.

Who keep faith forever,

Who executes justice;

A love not to sever,

Shines His favor to bless.

Who give food who hungers,

Sets the prisoners free;

Punishes warmongers,

Opens eyes for to see.

The Lord will lift up those,

Who bow down as humbled;

Adopts the one that chose,

Has faith never grumbled.

The Lord watches strangers,

The orphan and widow;

Shielding them from dangers,

Gives hope for tomorrow.

Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer