O Lord, our Lord,
how majestic is your name in all the earth!
You have set your glory above the heavens.
2 Out of the mouth of babies and infants,
you have established strength because of your foes,
to still the enemy and the avenger.
3 When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,
4 what is man that you are mindful of him,
and the son of man that you care for him?
the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,
4 what is man that you are mindful of him,
and the son of man that you care for him?
5 Yet you have made him a little lower than the heavenly beings
and crowned him with glory and honor.
6 You have given him dominion over the works of your hands;
you have put all things under his feet,
7 all sheep and oxen,
and also the beasts of the field,
8 the birds of the heavens, and the fish of the sea,
whatever passes along the paths of the seas.
and crowned him with glory and honor.
6 You have given him dominion over the works of your hands;
you have put all things under his feet,
7 all sheep and oxen,
and also the beasts of the field,
8 the birds of the heavens, and the fish of the sea,
whatever passes along the paths of the seas.
9 O Lord, our Lord,
how majestic is your name in all the earth!
how majestic is your name in all the earth!
This Psalm has really impacted my life and so last night I couldn't sleep so I wrote a poem about it.
What Is Man?
What is man when I see your power?
My God whose breath brought forth the earth?
Your hands that formed each mountain peak,
Why, oh God, did you plan my birth?
What is man when I see your care?
My God whose breath gave man his soul?
Your hands that shape a man from clay,
Why, oh God, did you make my mold?
What is man when I see your mercy?
My God whose breath should take my life?
Your hands that should destroy us all,
Why, oh God, did you withhold the knife?
What is man when I see your cross?
My God whose breath you gave for me?
Your hands that for my sins do bleed,
Why, oh God, did you die on that tree?
What is man when I see your grace?
My God whose breath calls me a son?
Your hands that clothe me with your robes,
Why, oh God, did you cry out, “‘tis done!”?
What is man?
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