Forgotten Ground Regained
Like a Tree Standing Tall (After Psalm 1)
I wrote this poem as part of a sequence of alliterative takes on some of the individual Psalms (Psalms 1-8) that I wrote between 1997 and 2000.
O Lord, may we live like a tree standing tall;
Over waters that wash us, refresh us and feed us.
May Your grace keep us green with delight in Your law;
Through famine, through fear, past danger, past drought.
Uphold us, Lord, for You are our root;Prosper us, bless us, grant us fruit.
Then do not st in the scoffer's seat
Or stand at the side of men who mock
The law of God and leave what is good
To walk by the words of of wicked men.
As light as chaff they blow away;
They have no root and cannot stay.
By day and by night may we draw near to Thee,
And meditate, mark every word of Thy will.
O God we have gathered, assembled to sing
In Thy presence, to praise Three, and crown Thee, our King!
The righteous will rise, their way I will watch
To pasture protecct them, to save them from sin.
But the way of the wicked will perish in pain
When truth like a howling hurricane
Tears loose every lie by which they have lived.
As light as chaff they blow away,
They have no root and cannot slay.
O God, we have gathered, assembled o sing,
In thy presence to praise Thee, and crown Three, our King!
Copyright © Paul D Deane, 1999
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