Psalm 19: When Did We Forget?

When did we forget,
Who it was that wrote the Law?
Does our opinion count,
If we refute the word of God?

The Bible is complete.
And perfect in integrity,
It does convert the soul,
Restoring with vivacity.

When God will testify
You can trust it with your life,
If you would listen well,
It would make the simple wise.

Jehovah visits us,
His precepts hold us to account.
Their straightness gives us joy,
By them our hearts with praise will shout.

Read therefore His commands,
For they are clear, and clean, and pure.
It cleans our foggy eyes,
To walk with God in footsteps sure.

The fear of God is clean,
Enduring then forever more.
His justice too is right,
With truth together to the core.

Amidst the muse of man,
And chaos of our ordered state,
The fantasy of man,
Is but as sewage – putrid, dank.

In all our sagely thoughts,
Did we forget the Mind that made?
Devising brilliant laws,
That we reject, with pride we break.

Read His Word, O man!
Resist the scoffers prideful taunt!
Recommend His Laws!
Reflect it, serve it as you ought!

Psalm 19: The Message of the Sky

The heavens – thinnest parchment made –
On them is writ one simple thing:
The handiwork of God of gods,
The glory of Creator King.
“The king of mountains,
Highland fountains,
Who treads the wonders of the earth,
Shaping wind,
What man intends,
And forging dawn in astral flame,
The Lord of Host is called His name.” (Amos 5:13)

The language of the day and night,
And morphemes of the universe,
There is no tongue or ethnic group,
Who can not hear these stars converse.

Their speech is like a plumb-line’s guide,
That stretches over all the land,
If one would dare to bend off-plumb,
He’ll be destroyed by God’s own hand.

The sun, nomadic, from his tent,
Now burst to cast ethereal dawn,
As would a groom from nuptial suite,
An athlete poised, prepared to run.

He rises from the edge of sky,
His tireless race to swiftly speed.
His circuit compasses the earth,
And nothing can escape his heat.
The God who made,
All this displayed,
And burns his law upon our souls,
Must thus deserve –
with no reserve –
All men who live upon earth’s face,
To praise Him for eternal grace.

Psalm 18: For What Purpose Was I Saved?

My God you have delivered me,
Yet for what purpose was I saved?
– I surely don’t deserve your grace,
I should slave,
Into the grave –
For what purpose, tell?
Listen, listen well.

Against the striving of my kin,
You made me head to reign supreme.
Even the tribes from lands unknown,
Will tribute bring,
To me as king –
Then for what purpose saved?
To rule o’er what You gave.

I will exalt the Lord who saved.
Life is Christ – so I will praise,
Since God destroyed and fought my foes,
To God of days,
I write my lays –
So for what purpose then?
To sing His praise to men.

For years He has delivered me,
And showed me mercy just,
To me and mine forever more,
O Lord of us,
In You I trust –
Then for what purpose, say?
To know where I must stay.