A Poetic Praise

Psalm 95:1-7

I write poems unto the Lord my God,
In sending up glad voices to our rock;
Giving Him thanks in honor and laud,
That please Him every time that I talk.

I come before His face with my praise,
Reading to Him my inspirational verse;
Knowing that He listens all of my days,
That echoes through the entire universe.

For the Lord is a great God who is King,
Reigning over all of Heaven and earth;
As He presides over every living thing,
From the time even before their birth.

Of the sea depths to the mountain tops,
Water and ground formed by His hands;
Because His creation truly never stops,
And with a host of angels He commands.

So let us worship our Lord and Maker,
For He is our God to whom we rejoice;
And with all you see He is our creator,
So open up your ears to hear His voice.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2005 Richard Newton Sherrer

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