(A Thanksgiving psalm.)
Loose your lungs!
Get loud for Yahweh, all earth
Give yourself to Yahweh without holding back.
As you sing,
You’ll find yourself
In his Presence.
The most important thing to know is this:
Yahweh alone is God.
He made us.
We’re his.
We’re his people.
We’re his sheep,
Roaming his fields.
Open the door and come in,
Hearts filled with Thank Yous.
Walk right into his sanctuary,
Mouths spilling praise.
Every day is Thanksgiving for us.
Every day we get to speak our gratitude to him.
Yahweh is so lovely,
So loving —
Immeasurably so.
There is no end to his commitment
To care for us.