Shout out, you stones!

Shout out, you stones!
Shout out, you rocks!
For the Lord is coming again.

Cry out, you stones!
Cry out, you rocks!
In praise sing out until then!

Every valley will be raised up,
Every mountain brought low.
The whole earth will be as a highway
For the foot of the Lord to go.

Shout out, you stones!
Shout out, you rocks!
For the Lord is coming again.

Cry out, you stones!
Cry out, you rocks!
In praise sing out until then!

Before, the sun hid his face,
Before, the light became dim,
But when He returns, the sun will shine brightly
As the whole earth worships Him.

Shout out, you stones!
Shout out, you rocks!
For the Lord is coming again.

Cry out, you stones!
Cry out, you rocks!
In praise sing out until then!

From the silence of the grave,
To the glories of Heaven above,
All the earth will be filled with His praise,
And wonders and grace and love.

Shout out, you stones!
Shout out, you rocks!
For the Lord is coming again.

Cry out, you stones!
Cry out, you rocks!
In praise sing out until then!

Walking on the Ice

Walking on the ice,
Walking in the snow,
Cold, cold, cold,
As on we go.
I'm bundled up
As much as can be,
But I think the dog
Likes it more than me.
We'd like to go faster,
But on ice I'd slip.
He doesn't much care if
Over I'd trip.
He stops twice
To clean his feet,
Or bark at those
Pesky cats we meet.
He doesn't get why
We soon turn around
When he's not done
Sniffing the ground.
My glasses are almost
Froze to my nose,
The dog complains
Of ice in his toes.
But he'd still love
To stand out there,
Sniffing out the scents
In the clean, crisp air.

Joyeous Pome

To the tune of "As with Gladness"

Easter morning rises fair
As the sun now gilds the air.
Glorious the Risen King
To whom the Church will bow and sing.

Holy, Holy, Holy He.
The Blessed One, the Blessed Three.

The Creator of the sun and light,
Maker of all sound and sight
Father God, we praise your name
Ever glorious, all the same.

Holy, Holy, Holy He.
Father of the Trinity.

And the Spirit, God's third part,
Which binds the church from heart to heart.
Comforter, abiding friend,
Intercessor, until the end.

Holy, Holy, Holy He
The holder of infinity.

And the Godhead, Three in One,
Father, Spirit, and the Son.
Worship Them, bow and adore,
Forever, ever, evermore.

Holy, Holy, Holy Three.
Blessed throughout eternity.

Psalm 1 Pome

I've decided to try to go through this year and "versify" Psalms, as a devotional exercise. My goal is to complete one psalm a week, but considering that it took me three weeks to get through Psalm 1, that may be pushing things somewhat. Or you could say that it only took me one hour, after I switched the tune I was trying to write to.

Based on Psalm 1
To the tune of "O Worship the King."

The man who loves God,
How blessed is he!
To follow God's path
Continuously
To stand in the judgment,
To sit in the throng
Which worships the Saviour
All the day long.

The man who loves God
Will grow like a tree,
With leaves that are green,
With fruit abundantly.
God's love flows like water,
Alive in a stream,
That waters the roots,
And keeps the leaves green.

Not so are the wicked,
They're like the dry leaves,
That blow in the wind,
That blow on the breeze
Their ways are forsaken,
Their pathways are dim.
For all roads shall perish
That lead not to Him.