Poetry
| Psalm 119 |
| Oh righteous One, your laws are true, |
| And holy your commands. |
| They stand, a sacred temple built |
| Of rock and not of sand., |
| My soul wears out from seeking |
| What your enemies despise. |
| Your promises are perfect, |
| Flawless, precious in my eyes. |
| Though foes have compassed me about |
| To crush me to the floor, |
| I seek your wisdom and your law |
| And ask for nothing more. |
| Your statues are forever |
| And their righteousness endures. |
| My heart, athirst, partakes of life |
| Through insight deep and pure. |
| (Based on Psalm 119:137-144) |
| God bless you, |
| Lee |
| The fire must be kept burning on the altar |
| continuously: it must not go out " (Lev. 6:13) |
| Thy kindled fire, Thy Spirit's flame, |
| The first dawn of God's presence near; |
| The Sun of Righteousness ascends |
| Within our hearts, His sacred stair, |
| Faith's incense of uplifted prayer. |
| Our hands outstretched, earth's lamp lit stars |
| Shine through the dark-veiled temple door, |
| Like ancient lamps that burned afar, |
| Thy ageless flame has kindled near |
|
Within our hearts, before the Lord. |
| Oh righteous One, your laws are true, |
| And holy your commands. |
| They stand, a sacred temple built |
| Of rock and not of sand. |
| My soul wears out from seeking |
| What your enemies despise. |
| Your promises are perfect, |
| Flawless, precious in my eyes. |
| Though foes have compassed me about |
| To crush me to the floor, |
| I seek your wisdom and your law |
| And ask for nothing more. |
| Your statues are forever |
| And their righteousness endures. |
| My heart, athirst, partakes of life |
| Through insight deep and pure. |
| (Based on Psalm 119:137-144) |
| God bless you, |
| Lee |
