Make the Mountains Smoke (Psalm 144)

Blessed is the Lord who trains us and protects us from the harm

that surrounds us and confounds us, mountain, forest, city, farm. 

It would seem we’re not enough for God to pay us faint regard.

We will pass, but God’s eternal, ever keeping watchful guard.


Bow the heavens, reach to earth and touch the mountains, make them smoke.

Flash out lightning, shoot your arrows, rout the lying rabid folk.

We will sing a new song to you. On the ten-stringed harp we’ll play.

Rescue us from cru-el li-ars, from all enemies we pray.


Cast your eye upon our children, sons and daughters now your own.

Fill all barns with what is needed. Bless the crops that we have sown.

May there be enough to share for hungry people in the streets

May there be no walls or exiles. Grant us everlasting peace.


Photo:  by Callum Parker on Unsplash

Source:  Psalm 144

Text: © David Alexander, 2020

Tune:     Esther, Public Domain


Audio:  Used by Permission

Audio:  Used by Permission

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