To the chief Psalmist. To honor the king, to heal the brokenhearted.
Our days are blessed and full of number,
For You have given us life, indeed.
You give of Yourself willingly,
Yes, it is sure, Your love is perfect.
Though the Rock was struck,
We can still speak to Him.
He is here when we cannot see,
And Jesus loves us eternally.
As with Christ’s love and sacrifice,
His heart was poured out as wax.
He is a solution to our distance from God
And that is the power of the cross.
To remember Jesus’ death is a simple thing,
But to remember His life, much better.
You, O LORD, are alive forevermore,
And we take comfort in Your light.
Let our own works follow us to the gates,
As we are conformed into your image.
We know only what we see dimly,
But in a moment, we will see you face-to-face.
