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Friday, March 2, 2018

My Psalm 148

Let them praises give Jehovah!

And can it be
that I am able to speak into
heavenly heights I can only imagine?
Since when can I speak to the moon and stars,

the chaos of the deep and the waters above the firmament?

How do I
exhort the temple mount
with all it’s fruit trees and evergreens?
I’ve known people who are convinced they can talk to their birds.
But I’ve seldom talked to trees.  I’ve rarely attempted to commune with crickets. 

I’m not sure this
White House listens to anybody.
The races won’t listen to each other let alone me.
Men and women are so seldom on the same wavelength.
I’m pretty sure young people don’t always want to hear from old farts.


Let them praises give Jehovah!
For his name alone makes cohorts fall down
His glory is above everything—it connects with everything.
It will not be ignored.  He has raised his people with this horn of authority:
All creation will join together in the praise of his holy ones, even the children of Israel.

convening power 
this song of delight sung by all of God’s singers!
Everything—everyone, now, in the tightest of tight harmony!
For his name alone pitches the heights and the deep so that every deaf thing hears.

Let them praises give Jehovah!

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