by Linda Ann Nickerson

Created on: October 03, 2007

Power and Provision
A Poetic Paraphrasing of Psalm 146

Let my soul sing to the Lord,
Exalting Him in tune and word.

Praise the Lord forever.

I adore Him, while I live,
Lifting high the praise I give.

Praise the Lord forever.

The highest royalty can't save,
As mortal men go to the grave.

Praise the Lord forever.

They fall and vanish, like the soil,
As nothing comes from all their toil.

Praise the Lord forever.

But happy are the ones who trust
The great Jehovah, who is just.

Praise the Lord forever.

Creator of all things that are:
The sky, the sea, the earth, the star.

Praise the Lord forever.

Our Maker's caring is displayed
With freedom, food, and other aid.

Praise the Lord forever.

He opens up the eyes born blind
And lifts the humble; He is kind.

Praise the Lord forever.

The orphan, outcast, left alone
Can find in Him a loving home.

Praise the Lord forever.

But those who set out to destroy,
He blocks and frustrates every ploy.

Praise the Lord forever.

The Lord is King forevermore,
May generations Him adore.

Praise the Lord forever.

PLEASE NOTE:

After all, the psalms were originally penned as poetic worship songs. Often, the people would sing them together, as they went up to the Temple for sacred days and special events. I have taken a few poetic liberties with the wording, but the psalmist's original ideas are preserved here.

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