Psalm 29: Our Mighty God

You mighty children of the King,
Come listen to me as I sing,
And render to the Lord His due,
And give Him strength and glory too.
Yes, render glory to His name,
And bow in holiness arrayed.
Boast not in deeds that you have done,
For God alone has seen them done.
The splendor of your native land,
Was given by Jehovah’s hand.
Your wickedness and ugly sin,
Are covered and atoned by Him.
Jehovah’s voice is over seas,
The waters of my enemies,
And there was light! When thunder blows,
Who walks upon the tempest’s throes.
Jehovah’s voice in power is,
And majesty is always His,
Who makes a road where waters were,
And all His enemies deters.
Jehovah’s voice has shattered trees,
And sycamores he breaks with ease,
Who causes cedars to be felled,
To make a house in which to dwell.
He frightens every foreign foe,
And every nation He will own,
That they will dance with joy renewed,
As little calves who see their food.
Jehovah’s voice in fire spews,
As over Egypt which he hewed.
In tongues of fire He descends,
To every nation grace extends.
Jehovah’s voice the deserts shake,
And over darkness dawn will break,
And Elath writhes in labor pains,
He strips the forests in His claim.
In wonder let us glory shout,
To God who brought the flood about.
Jehovah reigns, and Him alone!
Jehovah sits on kingly throne,
And all His sons in strength increase,
He fills our hearts with holy peace.
You mighty men, in awe bow down,
Before Him cast your feeble crown,
And boldly ride against the foe,
For in the strength of Christ you go.

Romans 13: Government and Election

As darkness whelms your soul,
And evil swallows all,
Yet God is in control,
And He wont let us fall.
The kings of every place,
The Lord established there,
To demonstrate His grace,
And bring His love to bear.
For all He has ordained,
And all is for His glory.
All to exalt His name,
And all to tell His story.
The government He gave,
A tool to bear His law,
Established not to save,
For everyone is flawed.
So do not bow to fear,
When evil men take reign.
For God is ever near,
Your fear of Him maintain.
You trust, then, not in man,
No fear of man, the same.
But in the Gospel stand,
Proclaiming Jesus’ name.
Don’t compromise the right,
And lose your witness here.
For who would heed your light,
If you’re supporting fear?
Support the cause of Christ!
The Gospel full pursuit.
Why sell your vote and rights,
For those who hate the truth?
But love your enemy,
And pray to God for them.
Denounce idolatry,
Not glossing over sin.
But see the Hand of God,
The Guider of all ends,
His mercy ever broad,
For this His arm extends.
When tribulation reigns,
Our hope is still in Him.
When others curse His name,
And glory in their sin,
When we are killed and raped,
And hunted night and day,
When we are all debased:
Yet Jesus still holds sway.
The kingdoms of the earth,
Are nothing in His sight,
But trials given birth,
To demonstrate His might.
For fire when it burns,
The gold will purify,
And through it we will learn,
How Christians ought to die.
Then let me herald this:
That Christ is ever king.
And I am always His,
His blood has made me clean.
Yes, I would die for Him,
And not for presidents,
My trust is not in them,
But for my Savior bent.

Healing

The Bread of Life born in the House of Bread,
And heaven’s hero in the house of war.
The Word of God no mortal man has said,
Though one day old, He Is – Eternal Lord.
I beat my breast, your splendor seen.
“If you are willing, make me clean.”

And looking at my low and lurid state,
Perfection I pursue in my own might.
Impossible! My efforts ever break,
My hideous me disclosed in dreadful fright.
This horrid hell! I cry, I keen,
“If you are willing, make me clean!”

O glorious grace my God has given free!
The lordly loving babe was born to save.
Messiah is my mirror, me to see,
Accepting me – the new me that he gave.
And washed in watered, gory, bleed.
“Lord, You, The Maker, made me clean!”

O Christ, consume my guilt in Calvary’s cross,
Hie hate to hell! – the babe, forgiveness, born.
The Lord-with-us accepting every loss,
All-Justice judged – for me forgiveness formed.
The Babe who died, yet conquered King,
Said, “I am willing, son, be clean!”