(Psalm of Divine Commitment: God is
committed to his people.)

God comforts his people
As they cry unto him.
He will deliver them
From fear and affliction.
God loves his people;
He fulfills their
Good expectations.

And keeping nothing
Wholesome from them,
He willingly supplies
All their needs.
For they are ever the
Apple of his eye.

I will sing praise, and honor.
And meditate ‘pon the Lord.
And will tell of his goodness.

‘Tho you hide yourself,
You’re never far away.
But standing behind a wall,
You peep to see if I might care
To search for you.
And there is always an indication--
A clue to your nearness.

Oh, for your presence,
And your listening ear.
Just one feeble cry
And you’re on the spot.
The touch of your gentle hand,
Ever drawing me near--
Wiping every tear.

Lord we enter your gates
With thanksgiving.
We come before your presence
With singing.
Our voices we raise
As we enter with praise
To render to you
The glory due.
We lift our hands
And humble our hearts
As we offer praise to you.

We praise you.
We praise you, Lord.
We offer praise unto you.

(A Psalm of Exhortation to Praise God.)

Let praises arise
And ascend unto God:
The praise of the redeemed,
Like a mighty bellow.
The sound of hallelujah!
And glory!
The cry of victory.

Let the saints in glory
Dance and sing.
Ever to joyfully
Laud their King—
The God of heaven and earth,
Who redeems them from all things.

There is no lock or key;
The door of my heart
Is opened unto you lord.
Welcome into my humble abode.
Forever with me abide
My companion and guide.
Grace my life with beauty
In your sight.

(A Prayer-Psalm for national strength, healing
and restoration in the aftermath of September 11.)

Restore our health, Lord.
Heal the brokenness
Of our inconsolable wound.
Comfort the soul of this people;
Quell the fear that looms.

Strengthen the weary heart,
Pour forth the oil and wine.
Console this hurting nation,
And mend this broken vine.

Oh, merciful, loving God—
So sovereign and just—
Give us faith to see
And the courage to yet trust.

(A Psalm of Supplication: the cry of
grievance in affliction.)

Life's painful impositions,
I will cast upon the Lord.
He faithfully will bear them all.
At night I toss. At dawn I weep
With no desire for food,
Or sleep.

O restless soul.
God's weary sheep—
Do not fret nor stray.
In his own time,
The Lord shall
Bear your cares away.
He’ll give a song
To soothe your heart
And turn your night
To day.

(Meditation on the faithfulness of God's Promises; God Keeps His vows.)

Seasons come.
Seasons go.
There is a time to reap
And a time to sow.
All things may change
Under the sun.
God won't ever change;
He’s the only one.
Come what may,
His word is true.
God will keep
His promises to you.

Men may fail us,
Great and small.
The mighty mountains
May crumble and fall.
Friends may come
And friends may go.
But there is one thing
You should always know--
Come what may,
His word is true.
God will keep
His promises to you.

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Oh, Lord, manifest yourself
In times of trouble.

Disclose your faithfulness.
Uncover your compassions.
Display your kind mercies.

Reveal your mighty deeds…
The stealthy moving
Of your gracious hand.

You are most generous.
And I am forever seeking
Your unfathomable love.

Oh my God, I welcome
Your blessings evermore.

(A Psalm of Perpetual Trust.)

I will trust in God,
My strength and my helper.
He is my assurance;
My soul, be not disturbed.

There are many ships at sea,
But only those without mooring
Drift, being helplessly tossed,
And driven about by rough winds.
But those with an anchor
Are steadfast, even in the storm.

God is our stay.
All who place their trust in him
Shall never be moved.
The Lord is the anchor of the soul.

(A Song of Deliverance (September 8, 1987),
*One of four pioneering psalms.)

When darkness was about me,
I could not see the way.
Fear and doubt attacked my faith,
Causing me to sway.

I found no words of comfort,
Then God spoke to my heart.
The power of his Spirit
Made discouragement depart.

When pain was hard upon me
And too much for me to bear,
His tender touch healed me.
His whispers calmed my fear.

From the breath of the wind,
His words eased my soul.
The light of his salvation
Is my eternal goal.

Then dawned the morning,
Weeping ceased at night.
He made the sun to shine
With his glorious light.

'Pon entering life’s stormy strides,
His perfect peace accompanies
With incredible calm.

Though the rain beats down,
Floods rise, lightning flashes,
And thunder rolls,
One can rest, in spite of the storm.

I do not seek a closet shelter.
Nor to crawl under a bed for fear.
For God is my shelter,
And he is always there.

In the midst of it all, I can sleep.
I can rest in him.

2016’s failures and wastage
Will be quite a thing of the past
Each battle fought, or vict’ry won,
Will soon be like the setting sun.
Or like water beneath the bridge
Dead, and stagnant, and still.
For all these things we leave behind
Traveling towards higher ground.
The New Year, its failures or success,
The old year can never access.

The divine broom
Of his wondrous love
Sweeps over the hidden
Crevices of my soul.

Careful not to miss
The hard to reach places
Of nooks and crannies,
He sweeps behind the doors,
And even ‘neath the rugs.

And removing the particles
Of dirt and dust from the heart,
He sweeps and sweeps
Until he has swept it all away,
And I am clean.

Heavy rain. Wide sheets
Precipitating downward—
Puddles splash upward.

Father, in reclining,
I go with your Word
In my heart.

Like the baby with a pacifier.
Or nourished with a bottle
Of milk, I am comforted
For a night of rest.
No tossing and counting sheep,
But only a peaceful sleep.

Oh, the hope and comfort
Of your Word…
Too big for words.

Thank you, my Father,
That I am not alone;
You haven’t abandoned me.
For I am your child, and
In your embrace I am secure.

You are holding my hand,
And I do not journey alone.
In you I am.

When the path is dark
And my senses are dull
And the pain is more
Than I can bear,
I look heav’nward--
‘Yon sun, moon, and stars,
Where a voice then whispers,
“I am here.”

(Love Ballad: a psalm of gratitude.)

I love you, Lord, for who you are
And for all you've done.
You delivered my weary soul
From the wicked one.

I love you for each sacrifice
And feat beneath the sun.
There is just no other,
You are the only One.

You’ve always heard my cry,
Oh God, my strength of old.
And never will forsake me—
Whatever might unfold.

I love you for seeing me through
Every storm and vice.
And I shall but love you more
With each day of life.

How disappointing
That spring’s in delay.
Punxsutawney Phil
Saw his shadow today.

The winter’s been harsh
On everything.
I yearn for release
In the mercies of spring.

Brrrrrr. Uggghh!
It's been so cold.
But a tad bit longer,
Then winter shall fold.

(A Praise-Psalm Ballad: a song of songs.)

Blessed is the Lord,
He gives me songs:
Songs of praise,
Songs of praise.

Blessed is the Lord,
He gives me songs:
Songs to praise
Unto his name.

I will sing
With all of my heart,
All of my soul,
All of my strength.

I will sing
With all of my might.
I will sing
Unto the Lord.

Dead old seed planted.
Agricultural process -
New life generates.

All day,
The gray clouds had
Promised rain, but when the sun
Appeared, they acquiesced. Not
A drop

(Prayer-Psalm. A solemn plea for mercy and
guidance in the aftermath of September 11.)

Darkness like we’ve never known
Has befallen our nation.
Terror strikes by day,
Fear stalks by night and sadness looms.
But in the darkness, there is a light.

God, our refuge in these troubled times,
Through uncertainty—ever shine.
Oh, may your mercy never cease
To guide us in the way of peace.

Irradiating
Sky. As morn's dawning welcomes
Light—the darkness flees.

Oh Lord,
These feeble hands
I raise and lift unto
You in worship and praise of Your
Great name.

We’re treading hallowed ground
With angels all around
As grateful hearts are bowed
For blessings so endowed.

Eyes all fixed ‘pon heaven
While ‘Thank-Yous’ are given
For deeds of kindness sown—
Both, the known and unknown.

Remembering the past
While memories still last.
Embracing our loved ones.
Recalling those who’re gone.

The thread of Thanksgiving’s
In everyday living.

(A Prayer for spiritual transformation,
yearning to be like God.)


Touch me, oh Lord, as I
Touch you with my praise.

By your loving kindness
And the power of your
Merciful hand, transform me
Into the glorious image
Of your wondrous love,
Oh God my King.

I know where to find Him
And how to access his presence;
For daily he inhabits my praise.

The floods of your joy
Overwhelm ecstatically.

In sickness,
You are my health.
In weakness,
You are my strength.
In darkness,
You are my light.
When dying,
You are my life.

Oh may my cross
Be a sacrifice,
And never a burden.

Punxsutawney Phil
Saw his shadow today,
Then did an ‘about face,’
And scurried away.

No fan of the winter
He shrugged, and sighed eeks!
Then returned to his den
For another six weeks.

And, so, it seems winter
Will take its sweet time
In yielding to spring’s
Magnanimous chime.

There is no way to the Father,
But through Christ the Son.
His innocence on Calvary:
The cross and all He’s done.

There’s no other way to God,
But give your heart to Him.
His arms are opened always
To receive you on a whim.

There’s no other way to heaven,
But by the “Master Plan”—
The marvelous gift of salvation
For the lost and longing man.

Satellite sent up
Into space – shooting star comes
Down onto the earth.

(A Psalm of Praise.)

I praise you now,
O God of light.
The ruler of darkness
And of night
Who treads the vast
And raging sea.
For where you are,
Night cannot be.

Two thousand sixteen Election,
Will it bridge or breach?
And what is the prognosis—
How far will it reach?

Humm.  Who will be our next leader,
What lurks in the wake?
Will it make for good influence…
For the country’s sake?

In fulfillment of its shadow,
How far is the scope?
Will there be a sunny future?
Or the loss of hope?

The Motherland must ride it out—
This slippery *****.

The waves.
They come and go,
As if they have no clue
Of what to do.
They carry away,
And they bring.  
A dubious song to sing.
Double minded
And ever changing.
But isn’t that the nature
Of waves?

In all your mercies,
Sweet and beautiful Lord,
I want to know you.

And in every trying hour,
When I may want to cowl,
Help me to trust in you.

Father, pick me up,
Though I stumble or fall.
And with a firm hand
Help me to stand.
Oh, hear my feeble call.

Teach me your ways.
Open my eyes, Lord,
And guide my heart.
Open my ears,
And help me to hear your voice.
Teach me, that I might know you.

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(A Melodic Composition: exhortation
to trust in the Lord.)

Trust in me. Believe in me
To protect you from all harm.
No evil shall betide you;
I will hold you in my arms.
Come and hide
In the shadow of my wings.
You can call unto me
For anything.
I am there to supply your needs.
Only trust in me.

(Psalm of Appreciation: remembering
and acknowledging God's faithfulness.)

There is no limit to God's favor
And the riches of his blessings;
His kindness cannot be measured.

'Pon awakening each day,
I can breathe, see and hear.
Morning, noon and night,
I call upon my God who hears
And answers my prayers.

Lord, how can I forget your kindness?
As long as life remains,
I will remember your favor.
Even if life forsakes me,
You will never.
Your mercy is great toward me.

Surely, as there are stars in the sky,
And as the moon shines—
As long as you are God,
I will remember.

Oh, gentle light, shine ‘pon me.
Brightly beam in my life.

Comfort with your warmth.
Nurture me with the strength
Of your presence.
Guide my feet in this bleak world.

Impart life, and spur growth.
Fill me with your presence,
Till I am all that
You want me to be.

Oh, thou divine torch,
Burn that your glory
May be reflected in me.

Lazarus was a beggar
Somewhere in space and time
As others fared sumptuously
In their life sublime.
Homeless and full of sores
He laid at a rich man’s gate.
No one to love and care for him.
His poverty garnered hate.
At the mercy of others
Was how he would survive
Till that fateful day in which
The beggar was to’ve died.
And since he was a pauper
(No riches, fame nor power)
There was no lavish funeral,
No wreath, nor card, nor flower.
But at this world’s departure
The angels took his hand
Off to Abraham’s *****—
That bright, fair holy land.

While in the rich man’s hand,
His riches were an art.
The beggar held the love of God
Deep down within his heart.
Ah, in heaven he has friends
And family galore.
There he wears a regal robe
And not the rags he wore.
His earthly pal was the dog
That often cleaned his sores:
A mutt, now remembered,
In heaven—evermore.
The rich man held to riches
That he dreaded to depart.
But within the beggar’s *****
Was a truly humble heart.

Thank you, Lord, for Christmastime
A season of love and cheer
A time to give and to forgive
And to hold one’s family dear.

Thank you Lord for Christmastime
A lovely time of the year.
A time to sing and to worship
And to cast away all fear.

Thank you Lord for Christmastime
When hope is made so clear.
And faith lights the path anew
With a message for all to hear.

Thank you Lord for Christmastime
And may its truth forever chime.

Ev’ning sun plays ‘mongst
The trees, dazzling the leaves—
Casting light and shadows.

(Psalm of Exhortation to Praise God.)

Let every glad heart
Sing unto the Lord.
Rejoice in his goodness,
And worship at his feet.
Extol him! Extol him!
Exalt his mighty throne.
The Lord is above all,
And he is God alone.

The deep—even the deep—
Is subject to him.
He rules the meek and proud.
Let the ocean roar
With thunderous praise,
And the cosmos shout aloud.

O earth, extol him!
Exalt his mighty throne.
The Lord is high and lifted up;
For he is God alone.

Wide sheets of hard rain,
Now precipitating down—
Softening the ground.

Ballad: Song or Psalm of Praise.

Awake, O voice,
And sing praises;
The Almighty awaits you.
His ear leans
Toward your worship.
He is moved
At the sound
Of your praise.
Arise and soar
On wings of reverence.
His scepter bids you
Into his presence.
Awake, O voice,
Arise and sing;
Sing for the King.
He awaits you.

(Psalm of Faith (September 9,1987) .
*One of four pioneering psalms,
by faith, reaching out for strength and
stability at an incredibly difficult time.)

God is my pavilion,
My comfort and my stay.
The rock of my salvation
Protects me day by day.
Who can understand
The wonder of his ways?
He is higher than the heavens—
More ancient than the days.
He covers with his mercy,
And preserves with his grace.
And firmly plants the feet
In a sure and solid place.
Great is his compassion,
Infinite is his love.
Justice, peace and truth
Are attributes of
The mighty Lord of hosts
Whose dwelling is above.

Incoming ocean
Tides.  The marshlands enjoyed a swim -
Roads winched with flooding.

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(A Psalm of Expectation: a prayer of hope and adoration.)

Oh Lord, who faithfully fulfills
My expectancy,
You are the hope of my life.

I come to you daily,
With grand expectations.
There is no other Deliverer—
None to call upon.
My prayers are unto you,
My faith is in you,
My worship is of you,
My service is to you,
My heart is for you,
And my allegiance is with you.

You, who are greater than
All my troubles and fears,
Are my praise and song,
And my meditation
All the day long.
You deserve my all, Lord.
I love you for who you are.