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Psalm 3

Psalm 3

The world is broken, Lord of
Hosts, so much so that some

Would think you’re coming soon
With heaven’s military
To smash aggression
And grind indifference into
Dust, establishing a new, just
Place that we will call
A heaven and an earth

The brokenness of our world
Leads us, unjust, toward many
Fallen things further fallen

Those who can, too much, must utter words
Of truth through iron-manacled hands

Others commit to the selling
Of souls: I mean, taking the bodies
Of others and selling them for money
Or the relief of having adversaries gone

We crush our spirits with
What we let go by

Lord, what might lift us, free us
Make us fit for home? Please make me
Readier to act, commit the risk for good

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Psalm 2 (and a note below)

Psalm 2

Lord, find me a church
One that welcomes me and
No one like me

One that cherishes who I
Am and who I’m not, who
You are and who you’re not

Our ages, occupations, the
Absence of occupation, our
Injured lives, triumphant lives
Our sorrows and our joys

Yes, our genders, too
And all the tones of skin

The differences and sameness

God made us, after all
And first of all
And is making us, still

A place where can give our
Millions and our mites

Our giving is small, but your sight
And your other senses
Make it pleasing, I think

Help me with a church despite
Myself and what’s happened there
The house of God is where your
People live, and I
Should live there, too

C L Couch

Psalms are songs. Psalms require us. And typically they require God.

So psalms are our songs to God. We read or sing them singly or in the community.

We sing psalms and let them move us how they will. How God might be moved we’ll never know while on this side of things. Yet still we sing. We should.

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a psalm

Psalm on Sunday

Lord, make me a better person
It’s up to me, I know, to
Choose the better way
To find what has been
Called the straighter path

Here’s a problem, though: I
Like the path that bends

I like the walking adventure
Of not knowing what’s around
Or behind or under or over
The path that curves

And offers subtle mystery
(Sometimes overt)—I fear that

That’s the path for me

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