Psalm 89:1-18 redux — Carla Grosch-Miller, UK

Enduring melody,
Your song shall be sung
so long as the earth spins
and the heavens dance.

Frail flesh opens its mouth:
You are born again.

To songweavers
You are the scale and the tone.
To storytellers
You are the plot and the end.
To all of life
You are breath
and You are beauty.

Open my mouth
and my voice shall rise in praise.

Awaken me, O Lord, from false understanding.
Keep the limits of my knowing ever before me,
that I might not defame You
or claim too much for myself.
Show me true justice and right mercy,
that I may live humbly and simply
in accordance with the order You ordained
for the flourishing of life.

Then my song shall ring with clarion joy,
a call to worship,
an invitation to sing.

Used by permission from the author.
From Psalms Redux: Poems and Prayers by Carla A Grosch-Miller, Canterbury Press, Norwich, 2014