Acrostic
Psalm One – gordon paul smith
After the
storms have ravaged all our lives,
But before we
can see the rainbow on the other side.
Christ will
come into our life and help us as we try to
Deal with the
problems that this world makes us cry to.
Everything
that happens, everything that occurs,
From tragedy
to comedy, every song and every word.
Glorifies His
Name, and elevates His Grace
His Majesty,
His Honor, and His Glorious Face.
In less time
than you imagine, your sorrows will move on,
Just hold on
to Jesus; soon your worries will be gone.
King of all
Kings, this we know Christ to be.
Lord of all
Lords… and yet we all see…
Mighty Christ
is also our confidant and friend;
No earthly
king of any realm, his ear would he extend.
O Father in
Heaven above, thank You for Your Son.
Plus Your
Holy Spirit, for all Three of You are One.
Quietly, I worship
You, for Your Sermon on the Mount
Revealed that
a posturing prayer basically doesn’t count.
So in
privacy, I thank You, and praise You, and pray
That tomorrow
will be better: a brighter, happier day.
Understanding
what happens to the least of Your elect
Verifies Your
Glory, and earns You our respect.
When my time
is over on the earth, before this body dies,
X-ray my
pulsing chest, and know where my heart lies.
You are my
Alpha, my Omega, my Creator and my All:
Zealously I
will wait for Your trumpets to call.
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