(A David psalm.)
The earth is Yahweh’s.
Everything in it is his:
The dry land
And all the people on it.
He made it secure
In the midst of chaos;
He firmly established it,
Even though it’s built upon a tempest.
Who gets to climb the slope of Yahweh’s temple mount?
Who gets to go into the sanctuary there?
Those who haven’t dirtied their hands with sin.
Those who haven’t muddied their hearts with compromise.
Those who don’t give their souls to anything not-God.
Those who don’t break their promises.
Yahweh gives them the full life, the sweet life.
God offers them
A good life,
A just life,
A big life.
Wouldn’t it be great if the next generation
Lived this way,
Seeking God,
Longing to look Jacob’s God right in the face,
Rather than seeking their own pleasures?
Wake up, temple doors!
Open wide, you ancient doors!
Let the King of Glory in.
Who is this King of Glory?
Yahweh the Strong, the Mighty.
Yahweh who triumphs in battle!
Wake up, temple doors!
Open wide, you ancient doors!
Let the King of Glory in.
Who is this King of Glory?
Yahweh who commands armies of angels.
He is the King of Glory!