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Psalm 103  
<A Psalm of David.>

Bless the LORD, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name.

Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits:
Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases;
Who redeemeth thy life from destruction;
who crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies;
Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things; so that thy youth is renewed like the eagle's.
The LORD executeth righteousness and judgment for all that are oppressed.
He made known his ways unto Moses, his acts unto the children of Israel.
The LORD is merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and plenteous in mercy.
He will not always chide: neither will he keep his anger for ever.
He hath not dealt with us after our sins; nor rewarded us according to our iniquities.
For as the heaven is high above the earth, so great is his mercy toward them that fear him.
As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us.
Like as a father pitieth his children, so the LORD pitieth them that fear him.
For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust.
As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.
For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
But the mercy of the LORD is from everlasting to everlasting upon them that fear him, and his righteousness unto children's children;
To such as keep his covenant, and to those that remember his commandments to do them.
The LORD hath prepared his throne in the heavens; and his kingdom ruleth over all.
Bless the LORD, ye his angels, that excel in strength, that do his commandments, hearkening unto the voice of his word.
Bless ye the LORD, all ye his hosts; ye ministers of his, that do his pleasure.
Bless the LORD, all his works in all places of his dominion: bless the LORD, O my soul.

Psalm 133

1 Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!

2 It is like the precious ointment upon the head, that ran down upon thebeard, even Aaron's beard: that went down to the skirts of his garments;

3 As the dew of Hermon, and as the dew that descended upon the mountains of Zion: for there the LORD commanded the blessing, even life for evermore.

 Psalm 104, KJV

Bless the LORD, O my soul.

O LORD my God, thou art very great;

thou art clothed with honour and majesty.

Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment:

who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain:

Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters:

 who maketh the clouds his chariot:

 who walketh upon the wings of the wind:

 Who maketh his angels spirits;

 his ministers a flaming fire:

 Who laid the foundations of the earth,

 that it should not be removed for ever.

  ...  

 Bless thou the LORD,

 O my soul.

 Praise ye the LORD.

Psalm 92

A psalm. A song. For the Sabbath day.

1 It is good to praise the LORD
and make music to your name, O Most High,
2 to proclaim your love in the morning
and your faithfulness at night,
3 to the music of the ten-stringed lyre
and the melody of the harp.

4 For you make me glad by your deeds, O LORD ;
I sing for joy at the works of your hands.
5 How great are your works, O LORD ,
how profound your thoughts!
6 The senseless man does not know,
fools do not understand,
7 that though the wicked spring up like grass
and all evildoers flourish,
they will be forever destroyed.

8 But you, O LORD , are exalted forever.

I looked outside my window this morning,
and I saw God.
I saw Him in the wonders of Creation.

Now some might say
'tis a fallen nature that I see, tained by the curse:
for the lamb no longer plays with the lion.

But I never knew that reality,
so I look outside my window and I see God
in what daily parades before my window.

I see the wonders of a sunrise;
a spectacular painting that would shame any human's work,
and marvel at how effortlessly it is painted on such an ever-changing canvas.
And I praise God that I have the gift of another day
in which to sing His praises.

The morning dew waters the plants, and becomes a ground mist
in the early morning.
It clings to the contours of the land, bringing new fascination
to a scene I though I had already seen hundreds of times.
Then, the breeze comes and spirits it away,
perhaps to fall again this evening next.
And I praise God.

The plethora of wildlife parades before my window.
Who taught the first squirrel to take a nut and bury it in the ground
for the oncoming winter?
Who tied them together in perfect harmony with the forest?
And again, I see God's handiwork.

The grace and power of the deer,
and the majesty of a blue jay or heron in flight;
the beauty of a dew-laden spiderweb
and the riot of colour I can see just itching to burst forth
from every leaf
reflect the wonder and majesty of my Father.
The wheel of the seasons turns,
and I grieve the passing of the summer;
but the seasons that now come, must come
so that I will understand just what a gift a simple summer's day is.

The winds blow and the skies darken,
and rain falls upon the land;
running in rivulets and collecting in pools
carving the earth on which we stand.
An ever-renewing cycle that whispers to me
of the Artist who wove such a tapistry.

The violent gales come,
and even the aged maples and oaks,
bow to the fury of the storm.
Limbs are broken, as are the works of Man;
yet my thoughts turn to the small chickadee
who is the last bird to disappear and the first to be out again;
singing praises with all his heart.
My Father comforts and protects him during the storm
with a lot fewer luxuries than I consider "essential".
So even lessons can be learned, outside my window.

The snows and storms of winter come,
but even this is of my Father and I will rejoice.
A beautiful glittering cloak covers everything
plants die and the animals sleep.
Yet even in this, there is purpose;
and I marvel at the wisdom of my Father.


I looked outside my window this morning,
and I saw God.
I see Him every morning, because I choose to.
I could just as easily grumble at the weather,
and the vermin in the yard,
and the mess the wind makes,
and the snow I have to shovel . . .
But I choose to see God outside my window.

Who do you choose to see?



Our God is an amazing God.  I learned about Him in church as a boy; but I knew Him first through nature.  Just as a photographer or sculptor is known by their creation, God is known by His.
And if we can see wonder and majesty and power and purpose even in destruction -- if we can see beauty in what is before us now, what will things be like when all of this passes away and all things are made new?!

If we can praise God in the midst of this beautiful but imperfect world,
how much louder will our praises be when we shall dwell forevermore in paradise!?

Let everything that has breath,
praise the Lord!

Griz

Wayne:

The Lord is above and we are below,
The shades of night, do not prevail,
Nor do they diminish His light,
For He is the Light of the World,
Rejoice ye inhabitants of the Earth,
Rejoice and know that Jesus is Lord,
For the Heavens declare His glorious Name,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Praise His Name Forever.
Amen

Psalm 108:1-5

"My heart is confident in you, O God;
no wonder I can sing your praises!
Wake up, my soul!
Wake up, O harp and lyre!
I will waken the dawn with my song.
I will thank you, LORD, in front of all the people.
I will sing  your praises among the nations.
For your unfailing love is higher than the heavens.
Your faithfulness reaches to the clouds
Be exalted, O God, above the highest heavens.
May your glory shine over all the earth." 

Praise You Lord Jesus! 

Lord Jesus,
you are wonderful,
wonderful,
wonderful!

My spirit within is overwhelmed
by your beauty, grace, love, and majesty!
I feel as though on the floor,
flat, and face down, and trembling,
and with tears.
As it were,
just one glimpse of you Lord and I am undone.
Lord help me!

Before,
when the darkness surrounded me,
with all its schemes, designs, plots,
against my soul;
when it unleashed its avalanche
of thoughts of despair;
when I longed to feel your Spirit,
but the darkness sought to drown out
every feeling that came from you;
when I sought desperately
for the way out of the onslaught,
and when the evil used my very seeking
and turned it against me,
what was I to do?

Then...
I sensed you
there beyond all else,
beyond the dark turmoil
and its deceiving
and its obscuring.
There you were,
and there you are,
as though you said,
and are saying,
Trust me!

And trust you Lord Jesus,
I did,
and I do!
And you began to turn
all that which the darkness
sought against me,
turning it into that which is good,
day after day,
month after month!

Praise you!
Praise you, wonderful Lord!
We soar in you!
By our faith in you, we soar in you!
Just the sound of your name
lifts us up higher and higher!
How wonderful to hear your name...
Jesus!
You lift us up higher and higher and higher!
How wonderful to be right here in you,
and you in us and through us and all around us!

by Frank in CC on February 1st, 2004

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