A poem from Psalm 118
With all who from the wars of tyrants run and scatter from their land we pray,
“Save us, O Lord!”
With all the widows who have not the means to live except a mite we pray,
“Save us, O Lord!”
With all the children left alone and for the ones who open wide their homes,
For those with bodies whole but struggle with a broken heart or mind we pray,
“Save us, O Lord!”
In my distress, I called unto the One who helps the weakened on the way:
“Help me, O Lord!”
“Our God is on my side,” I cried, “I will not fear as evil men array.
Help me, O Lord!”
Let those who fear the One above declare with me his everlasting love.
Let no one trust in rulers for their refuge when our God is nigh to save!
Help us, O Lord!”
We bless you from the house of God and with a festal sacrifice we say,
“Thank you, O Lord.”
You are our God, and we with grateful hearts do offer you our hymn of praise:
“Thank you, O Lord.”
The once rejected Cornerstone now brings salvation to the ones who’ve roamed.
The Lord is good! And for his steadfast love, we join our hearts in song this day:
“Thank you, O Lord.”
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For more poetry, check out “Lady Wisdom,” from Proverbs 1.
I also wrote a short story once. It’s entitled, “Vermilion, to be Exact.” Check it out!
