(Inspired by Psalm 100)
A joyous, glorious, rapturous cry make unto the Lord Most High,
A shout of adoration do all the nations make.
Come, serve, and worship the Lord with gladness,
With a sacred joy,
With a heart of mirth,
With a soul of praise.
God alone is Lord; know this.
He can create and destroy,
Craft and disrupt,
Cover and displace.
His sovereign power formed man from a clod of mud and
Breathed life into him.
We are like His ignorant sheep
Needing constant tending,
Needing to be found when lost.
Our feeble frames He knows and sustains.
What could we possibly say or do or will
to even bring the honor due to His name?
Gates thronged with cries of joy,
With songs of thanksgiving,
With utterances of praises.
All tongues articulate a language framed to glorify Him and
Fill the courts with eternal praise
For the LORD is good.
His grace and mercy is vast beyond the measure of time and
His truth is firm beyond the
Line of human seed.