Delight In All His Works: A Response to Psalm 92

After the lamentations and trials of some of the earlier psalms, 92 is a delightful psalm of pure praise. I particularly love the way the psalmist turns, to nature, to ‘all God’s works’ and sees the glory of god shining through them:

For thou, Lord, hast made me glad through thy works: and I will rejoice in giving praise for the operations of thy hands.

O Lord, how glorious are thy works: thy thoughts are very deep.

Indeed this psalm seems to recollect the beauty and assurance of psalm 1, for it returns to that archetypal image of the righteous person as a deeply rooted tree, bringing forth fruit in due season:

The righteous shall flourish like a palm-tree: and shall spread abroad like a cedar in Libanus.

Such as are planted in the house of the Lord: shall flourish in the courts of the house of our God.

They also shall bring forth more fruit in their age

All these things were in my mind when I wrote my poetic response for David’s Crown.

As always you can hear me read the poems by clicking on the play button or the title and you can find the other poems in this evolving series by putting the word ‘psalm’ into the search box on the right.

The full set of these poems has now been published as a book David’s Crown which you can buy from UK Amazon Here, or, in North America, it is available from Amazon Here.

XCII Bonum est confiteri

My Lord will bring me through my darkest hour,

And I will praise him in the morning light

And contemplate his wisdom and his power

 

Meeting together on the cross. By night

His truth will nurse and nurture me in dreams

And in the day my mind will still delight

 

In all his works and wisdom. The rich themes

Of his wise teaching shine through all I see:

The rushing winds and swiftly flowing streams

 

Will teach me of his spirit, the green tree

Will show his rooted fruitfulness, and I

Myself will flourish in his house and be

 

A tree that lifts its branches to the sky

Still bearing fruit for him in my old age

And trusting him until the day I die.

 

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