A Song of Praise

A morning prayer of praise, a great way to start your days

Lord I lift you up,
I will lift you up on high;
I will praise You with my mouth,
And Your Name I’ll magnify.

Lord I lift you up,
I will sing Your Name in praise;
I will bless You with my soul,
In Your presence through my days

Therefore….

Because of Who You are,
And who I am in You;
We will walk this path together,
And each day you’ll see me through.

Because of Who You are
I will trust you all my days;
And because Your Word is true,
I will worship You in praise.

Amen

O magnify the Lord with me, and let us exalt his name together. (Psalm 34:3)

And Mary said, My soul doth magnify the Lord,

And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour.

For he hath regarded the low estate of his handmaiden: for, behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed.

For he that is mighty hath done to me great things; and holy is his name.

And his mercy is on them that fear him from generation to generation. Luke 1:46-50

That Still Small Voice

The listening ear, that Still Small Voice,
Is what we need, for our hearts to rejoice.
The Word of God, His Love Letter to us,
We should read it in Faith,
And in Him put our trust.

This next poem is by M. D. Clayburn, and as you can see by the language used that it had been written long ago. I came across it during my devotional time with the Lord yesterday morning right after I wrote my short poem above, and I thought it was appropriate and more in depth of what I had written, and how I was feeling at the time, and wanted to add it along with my post, in hopes it will add a special touch from God to your day. Here it goes……

I want the proven certainties
To soothe the soul’s deep cries;
And not man’s vain philosophies
Based only on surmise.

I want a book that is inspired
In which to posit faith;
And not some mutilated scroll,
Or literary wraith.

I want the calm assurance of
A voice from beyond the dust.
A voice from out eternity
In which to place my trust.

For when I come, at eventide,
To Jordans swollen stream,
I want the tested verities,
And not some mystic dream.

This mortal life is far too brief,
Eternity too vast,
To follow human sophistries
And lose the soul at last!

Then give me back the Holy Book
By inspiration penned;
I’m through with fabled falsities,
And allegoric trend.

It is always good to spend time in Gods Word and be attentive to that still small voice which speaks to our hearts within…… for it can make all the difference in the world in a moment of time.

And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the Lord. And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake: and after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice. (1 Kings 19:11-12)

“My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me:” (John 10:27)

For our heart shall rejoice in him, because we have trusted in his holy name. (Psalm 43:21)

As for God, his way is perfect; the word of the Lord is tried: he is a buckler to all them that trust in him. (2 Samuel 22:31)

Fearfully and Wonderfully Made

In my mother’s womb, You knit me with your hands,

And brought me in this world for Your purpose and Your plans;

To teach me and instruct me in the way which I should go,

And filled me with Your Word, and for this to You I owe.

Thus saith the LORD, thy redeemer, and he that formed thee from the womb, I am the LORD that maketh all things; that stretcheth forth the heavens alone; that spreadeth abroad the earth by myself; (Isaiah 44:24) 

I will instruct thee and teach thee in the way which thou shalt go: I will guide thee with mine eye. (Psalms 32:8)  

O LORD, how great are thy works! and thy thoughts are very deep. (Psalms 92:5)

I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvelous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well. (Psalms 139:14)   

Copyright © 2017 Susan Morgan


For you created my inmost being;
    you knit me together in my mother’s womb.

Psalm 139:13