Hallelujah.
Hallelujah, oh, my soul.
.
As long as I live—hallelujah.
Praise you, God.
Hey, self, praise God!
I promise, friends, to always
praise my God.
How conscious am I to be
of the triadic nature of me--
composed of upward, inward and
outward relation?
Is worship an utter
self-forgetfulness, God?
Am I too concerned with conscience?
What do you think, reader?
My friends think I over-think.
It’s simple: You can’t depend on
people who die—
those that change their mind
every generation.
Just focus on God.
Are you paying attention?
Do what the Psalmist tells you:
Depend on the God of the
ancestors--
the faithful origin of
everything.
He’s supportive of the oppressed
the hungry, blind, humiliated
prisoners--
He loves the righteous
He supervises
the alien, the fatherless, the
widow,
Frustrating the wrongdoers
Praise be to you, oh God,
Get lost in wonder and praise Oh
my soul
trust forever my friends
The One who glorifies God
in himself
and thus, brings many sons to
glory.
This God reigns in Zion through
all generations.
