His Delight

Psalm 147
The Lord builds up Jerusalem; he gathers the outcasts of Israel.
He heals the brokenhearted,and binds up their wounds.
He determines the number of the stars; he gives to all of them their names.
Great is our Lord, and abundant in power; his understanding is beyond measure.
The Lord lifts up the downtrodden; he casts the wicked to the ground.
Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving; make melody to our God on the lyre.
He covers the heavens with clouds, prepares rain for the earth, makes grass grow on the hills.
He gives to the animals their food, and to the young ravens when they cry.
His delight is not in the strength of the horse, nor his pleasure in the speed of a runner;
but the Lord takes pleasure in those who fear him, in those who hope in his steadfast love.

Abba, as i read of Your Bigness, Your Greatness, Your Awesome Power,
My heart quakes in holy fear
My eyes fill with tears... in fear.
I see You as a Stalwart Tower... Your Power
Clear... Entirely Clear!

Then i read of Your Provision, Your Care, Your Well Thought Plans
And my heart swells in holy trust
My soul responds as it must... with trust.
I see in You the Son of Man... Your Plans
are Just... So very Just!

Finally, Your Pleasure Sweet, and Pure Delight
My heart rings in Your Holy Love.
My mouth sings of Your Steadfast Love... from Above.
I see You shine with Treasure Bright
for You ARE Love... Above All, Love.