Psalm 123

eyesWe look to You, O God,
enthroned in heav’n above

With anxious, waiting gaze,
The master’s humble slaves
Look to the guiding hand
What is Your next command?

We turn our eyes to You
For mercy and for love.

Have mercy, Adonai
Our soul has had its fill

The proud with mockery
Make our lives misery
They boast and mock and scoff
Refusing to back off

We need Your mercy, Lord,
Our troubled souls to still.

© J Dan  Small

Psalm 49

Now hear this, all you who dwell on earth
Rich or poor, regardless of your worth
I’ve wisdom to impart,
a proverb you should hear
I’ll play it on my harp
Life’s riddles will be clear.

Why should I in days of trouble fear
Even when my foes around appear?
They trust in all their wealth
And boast prosperity
But they can’t buy good health
Or perpetuity.

CemeteryDeath will come to wise and fool and brute
Shared destiny –the stupid and astute.
Their wealth is left behind
As hard as they may try
In due time they all find
It is their turn to die.

All earth’s gold could ne’er a soul redeem
Nor would God a ransom equal deem
They perish just like beasts
Their bodies waste away
The greatest to the least
No more see light of day.

When that day comes my soul, my God will save
He’ll take me Home, not leave me in the grave
That’s why we must not fret
When wealthy folks are praised
In spite of all they get
In dust their glory lays.

© 2014 J Dan Small