Shout your Hallelujah!
It feels so right,
So good
To sing praises to our God.
It’s such a sweet encounter,
A beautiful expression to our beautiful God.
Yahweh rebuilds broken-down Jerusalem.
He gathers together Israel’s scattered exiles.
He picks up the pieces of broken hearts
And puts them back together again.
Wounds of the body,
Wounds of the heart,
He heals them all.
He counts each and every star,
Naming each one,
Knowing each one.
Our Lord is so great.
Not only is he immense in power,
But his knowledge is intimate,
Boundless and personal at the same time.
He pays close attention to people
Ignored by everyone else.
He deflates those who puff themselves up.
Fill your songs to Yahweh
With gratitude.
Get out your favorite instrument
And make music for our God.
He spreads clouds across the skies,
Preparing to shower the earth with rain.
He makes mountains sprout green grass.
He gives dinner to wild animals
And cawing crows.
He’s unimpressed with mighty warhorses.
He yawns at our flexing,
Our posturing and posing.
What gets his attention,
His smile,
Is when we pay attention to him,
When we trust him to take care of us.
Jerusalem, give God glory!
Zion, sing praise to your God!
He has rebuilt your defenses.
He’s filled the city with children again.
He’s brought peace to your borders.
He’s made your crops increase.
He speaks
And his command speeds toward earth.
His word sprints to us.
He covers the ground with wooly snow.
He scatters frost like ashes.
He hurls hail like gravel.
Who could survive
If his freezing chill were to persist?
But he speaks again
And his word arrives,
Melting it all away.
He stirs up warmer winds
And water starts flowing.
He speaks.
The same word comes to Jacob,
Bringing wise laws and decrees to Israel.
No other nation has been so fortunate.
They don’t know these words of life.
So, shout your Hallelujah!