Poetry

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How majestic is Your name,
Your glory is above Heaven;
The reason that I proclaim,
For all that You have given.

Out of the mouth of infants,
You have established Your strength;
Against my foes and tyrants,
Upholding at any length.

When I look up to Heaven,
All the work of Your fingers;
As in the Scriptures written,
The moon and each star lingers.

What is man You are aware,
Mindful of what has been done;
The Son of man that You care,
Finishing what had begun.

You made Him a slight lower,
Than the heavenly angels;
To become as a sower,
In accordance with the scrolls.

You have given dominion,
Crowned with glory and honor;
As a fact not opinion,
As a servant and fawner.

The works as done through Your hands,
All things put under His feet;
Spoken words through Your commands,
Ensuring all is complete.

All of the beast in the field,
With the oxen and the sheep;
The crops that farmers will yield,
Abundantly that they reap.

The birds flying in the sky,
As the fish swim in the sea;
Passing on paths are so spry,
Moving around fancy free.

How majestic is Your name,
How excellent as my Lord;
I continue to proclaim,
Remaining in one accord.

Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer

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