Almaic Psalms

  A Psalm of Embracing Sorrow for Strengthened Faith To the Lector: A Psalm of Blake, acknowledging the value of sorrow and its role in deepening faith. O Lord, my God, in wisdom Solomon declared, "Sorrow is greater than laughter," a truth laid bare. Nothing new under the sun, in this world's wide span, The pain I've known, others too have ran.   Each heartache, each tear, through time's vast corridor, You've guided others, O God, You've been their oar. So I praise You, Lord, for the sorrow that deepens my faith, In the crucible of pain, Your presence is my wraith.   You test me, O Lord, and I strive not to fail, Turning not to worldly pleasures, nor my intellect frail. I look to You, O God, in You alone I find my might, Make me strong, for in my weakness, You are my light.   My thoughts, O Lord, they wage a relentless war, Defeat them, O God, be my everlasting core. Though the pain wearies me, its purpose I see, I

  A Psalm of Reflection and Contrition To the Lector: A Psalm of Blake, reflecting on his fear of God and a desire for true obedience. O Lord, my God, since my conundrum's start, I've held a fear of You deep in my heart. Your might, O God, has filled me with dread, In awe of Your power, in Your shadow I've tread.   I made a promise to You, and I strove to keep, From overt sin, I turned, my commitment deep. Yet, O Lord, I ponder, was my avoidance just fear, Of losing what You gave, all that I hold dear?   Was it terror of Your might that kept me in line, Not love for Your laws, but fear of losing mine? My company, my achievements, under Your hand, Did I cling to them tightly, in Your vast land?   I question now, O God, my true intent, Was it for You, or for my own content? If love for You had been my guiding light, Would not my path have been more upright?   As one dances near the fire, drawn yet wary, Have I circled Your command

  A Psalm of Creation’s Praise to the Almighty To the Lector: A Psalm of Blake, extolling the majesty of God as witnessed in all creation. All creation sings in jubilant praise to You, Mountains mighty, in Your presence, bow low, true. They tremble at Your touch, in reverence, they stand, Before You, O Lord, the God of every land.   The seas, vast and deep, obey Your divine command, Their waves clash upon shores, in homage grand. For You are the Lord of Hosts, the God of David's line, My God, the God of my father, in You all things combine.   Great are You, O Lord, above all earthly frame, Come, all who doubt, witness Your holy claim. See the works of the Lord, in power displayed, He has brought our foes low, their plans unmade.   He breaks death's curse, through His Son's sacrifice, In His death and resurrection, our hope does rise. The God of Israel, my fortress, my shield, In His steadfast presence, my spirit is healed.   Be st

  A Psalm of Sorrow and Inquiry To the Lector: A Psalm of Blake, in distress and seeking understanding. O Lord, my refuge and my strength, to You I raise my plea, Why has this sorrow befallen me, in this sea of misery? Have I not turned from evil, walked in Your grace so dear? Since the first day of my conundrum, I've held Your precepts near.   Sin's allure has weakened, in the light of Your grace, Yet this burden I bear, this pain I cannot trace. Why, O Lord, have You allowed such grief to be my lot? In my walk of faith, Your face I have not forgot.   Confusion clouded my mind, the world's wisdom so hollow, Yet in my faith, O God, steadfastly I chose to follow. Never did I forsake You, though perplexed in my way, But why, O God, did she leave, why did she not stay?   No explanation given, no cause for this divide, In the silence of her departure, in sorrow, I abide. Was I not the leader, the guide I ought to be? Could I have done more

  A Psalm of the Boy with a Dream To the Lector: A Psalm reflecting the journey of a boy with a dream. Blessed be the Lord, my rock, who trains my hands for battle, In the story of a boy with a dream, amidst life's tumultuous rattle. His dream was noble, pure, to showcase God's creation wide, To reveal through nature's beauty, the Creator's love inside.   The boy, with aspirations high, sought to honor God's great earth, In every mountain, stream, and sky, he found a sense of worth. But as the dream within him grew, so did his ego, unconfined, Blinding him to the humility, in God's plan designed.   Surrounded by voices that mocked, that misunderstood his aim, The boy's dream, once bright and bold, now flickered, a dying flame. Yet, in this fading of his dream, a lesson was to be learned, For in the ashes of lost hopes, God's better plan was discerned.   Praise be to God, for in His wisdom, He guides our way, Even when