Psalm 147

Psalm 147
1 Praise the LORD.
How good it is to sing praises to our God,
how pleasant and fitting to praise him!

2 The LORD builds up Jerusalem;
he gathers the exiles of Israel.

3 He heals the brokenhearted
and binds up their wounds.

4 He determines the number of the stars
and calls them each by name.

5 Great is our Lord and mighty in power;
his understanding has no limit.

6 The LORD sustains the humble
but casts the wicked to the ground.

7 Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving;
make music to our God on the harp.

8 He covers the sky with clouds;
he supplies the earth with rain
and makes grass grow on the hills.

9 He provides food for the cattle
and for the young ravens when they call.

10 His pleasure is not in the strength of the horse,
nor his delight in the legs of a man;

11 the LORD delights in those who fear him,
who put their hope in his unfailing love.

12 Extol the LORD, O Jerusalem;
praise your God, O Zion,

13 for he strengthens the bars of your gates
and blesses your people within you.

14 He grants peace to your borders
and satisfies you with the finest of wheat.

15 He sends his command to the earth;
his word runs swiftly.

16 He spreads the snow like wool
and scatters the frost like ashes.

17 He hurls down his hail like pebbles.
Who can withstand his icy blast?

18 He sends his word and melts them;
he stirs up his breezes, and the waters flow.

19 He has revealed his word to Jacob,
his laws and decrees to Israel.

20 He has done this for no other nation;
they do not know his laws.
Praise the LORD.


This is my favorite psalm.
no matter what i always find comfort in it.
when im near breakdown
when im crying, angry, and just plain fed up with everything
every time i read this passage its like a weight is lifted off of my shoulders.
it makes me cry not tears of pain but of relief, love, and something else that is just so euphoric that i cannot explain.
this poem is dedicated to the one who has saved me and the people who helped me along the way

Healing us in times
of broken hearted rhymes
of solemn serenity
binding our wounds
with nothing but his hands and his
heart beats faster than wild drums
his breath fills my lungs
and his words
yes his words
fall from my tongue
his will pushes me
even though i do sin
i find it hidden
deep within
to push on
and sing praise to his holy name
his love is unfailing
he takes delight in my fear of him
and makes the waters flow
I sing praise
and all the people say
amen.