Psalm 147: 2-6
The Lord rebuilds Jerusalem… Where He dwells with us.
He gathers Israel’s exiled people… Those we thought lost.
He heals the brokenhearted… Even me.
And bandages their wounds… He takes time and cares for my details.
He counts the number of the stars… He has the tally of the impossible.
He gives names to all of them… Every single thing matters.
Our Lord is great… Bigger than all of the biggest, most difficult.
Vast in power… No scale large enough, no space or task too hard.
His understanding is infinite… And I haven’t a clue.
The Lord helps the oppressed… So I should be careful to not be in the way.
But brings the wicked to the ground… None of my business.
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