O Lord of Heaven, be praised
for the wonder of your glorious sky.
The brilliance of your night sky is profound;
your stars quietly following each orbit you
planned. I understand and, then, I praise you,
Lord of Heaven, for ordering my footsteps.
Wonderful Maker, be glorified for the earth
and its seasons; all designed by you. You
bring green to life, in springtime. Thirsty
things are satisfied with your showers. The
harvest is bounteous because of your touch.
When the golden leaves fall and the earth is covered with white blankets, you offer the hope of springtime again. The song of the nightingales was taught by you. The cooing doves, the whippoorwill, all know their Teacher.
All my days, all the seasons of my life,
I will extol your praise.
Through the microscope or telescope,
your wonders always amaze!
O great Lord, give me a special song
to praise you with, each morning ~
a special lullaby at night.
Be glorified, some way, in my life.
As you look on the intent of my heart,
pour your oil and make it chaste and pure;
worthy by your gifts, worthy by your blood,
worthy to praise you ~ worthy to live for you.
İİ 2007 by Joan Clifton Costner
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This psalm is beautiful. I love the reference to "cooing doves" However, references to the stars are commonplace in poetrye. Nevertheless, this problem is small. Among the many positives, you do a great job using punctuation to keep your psalm in rhythm.
Monica
