Sing Praise, God is My King, Psalm 9

Psalm 9

For the director of music. To the tune of “The Death of the Son.” A psalm of David.

I will give thanks to you, Lord, with all my heart;
    I will tell of all your wonderful deeds.
I will be glad and rejoice in you;
    I will sing the praises of your name, O Most High.

My enemies turn back;
    they stumble and perish before you.
For you have upheld my right and my cause,
    sitting enthroned as the righteous judge.
You have rebuked the nations and destroyed the wicked;
    you have blotted out their name for ever and ever.
Endless ruin has overtaken my enemies,
    you have uprooted their cities;
    even the memory of them has perished.

The Lord reigns forever;
    he has established his throne for judgment.
He rules the world in righteousness
    and judges the peoples with equity.
The Lord is a refuge for the oppressed,
    a stronghold in times of trouble.
10 Those who know your name trust in you,
    for you, Lord, have never forsaken those who seek you.

11 Sing the praises of the Lord, enthroned in Zion;
    proclaim among the nations what he has done.
12 For he who avenges blood remembers;
    he does not ignore the cries of the afflicted.

13 Lord, see how my enemies persecute me!
    Have mercy and lift me up from the gates of death,
14 that I may declare your praises
    in the gates of Daughter Zion,
    and there rejoice in your salvation.

15 The nations have fallen into the pit they have dug;
    their feet are caught in the net they have hidden.
16 The Lord is known by his acts of justice;
    the wicked are ensnared by the work of their hands.
17 The wicked go down to the realm of the dead,
    all the nations that forget God.
18 But God will never forget the needy;
    the hope of the afflicted will never perish.

19 Arise, Lord, do not let mortals triumph;
    let the nations be judged in your presence.
20 Strike them with terror, Lord;
    let the nations know they are only mortal. (Psalm 9:1-20, New International Version).

Today, for the first time since we began our study of Psalms, I felt a bit of writer’s block. There were a few verses in Psalm 9 that I kept feeling drawn to. Specifically those verses are 1-2, and 7-11. I started taking what I was hearing in those words and wrote a poem/song lyrics. I have titled this, “Sing Praise, God is My King.” I will work on a musical setting in the days ahead.

Sing Praise, God is My King

Why do we wait for thanks, you bless us each day Lord?
Yet we think we must wait for the one special day!
I cannot count my gifts, the gifts that come from you,
Stubborn am I, even when you touch this broken clay.

I will sing praise to the Lord, for God is my King.
Rejoice the Lord of Zion is here, with you and me.

Open my heart to You, that I might see your love.
I say I will thank you with all my heart, but fall short.
Open my eyes and touch my heart, all of my heart.
Have my heart before I enter your divine port.

I will sing praise to the Lord, for God is my King.
Rejoice the Lord of Zion is here, with you and me.

When I should tell the world of your love for each child,
Your deeds for your children are many and are great,
Open my mouth to speak of your love for the world.
Help me tell your people now Lord, this should not wait.

I will sing praise to the Lord, for God is my King.
Rejoice the Lord of Zion is here, with you and me.

Lord your love makes me glad, you live each day in me.
I sing a song of praise, I do rejoice in you.
You fill my heart with love, you bless my soul with grace.
You are the great I AM, your love I have known grew.

I will sing praise to the Lord, for God is my King.
Rejoice the Lord of Zion is here, with you and me.

I sing to you this day, I pray to you Most High.
Guide me in your ways so I will follow forever.
Establish your throne down in the depths of my heart.
Your bonds are tied to my soul, they can’t be severed.

I will sing praise to the Lord, for God is my King.
Rejoice the Lord of Zion is here, with you and me.

Your oppressed children, seek refuge this day in you.
In these days of trouble, be for us a stronghold.
Lead us to trust you and not forsake your children.
May all the world seek your face and live in your fold.

I will sing praise to the Lord, for God is my King.
Rejoice the Lord of Zion is here, with you and me.

Have a blessed day in the Lord.

Seeking the Genuine,
Keith

Copyright 2020, J. Keith Broyles, All Rights Reserved
Permission is given for the non-commercial use of this poem.

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