Psalm 151: A Song of Grace

Lauren J. Wrightsman

In the dawning of the midnight hours
       I fitfully wait for sleep.
The silence of the household
the tick-tock of the clock
the snores of the dog beside me
the light of a lonely lamp
amidst
       the cacophony of worries in my mind.

May I remember
       in these restless days
       in these long and anxious nights
       other songs I sing to you.
Songs of praise in which I remember that
       You, O God, are my King!
       Generation upon generation
       tell stories of your mighty deeds
May I sing the songs of wisdom.
       Remind me to taste of your grace
       in the day that is ahead.
       May I find, in you, my refuge
                   through darkness traveled
                   shadows of inky black
       May I find in you my hope.

        A song of lament fills my soul.
       You draw near.
Nearer, my God, to thee. Nearer still.
Nearer, never far.
I wait, and watch,
       I watch and wait.

 As darkness gives way to light
      the bird song starts to sing,
       the sun arises yet again,
        the dog awakes
                    stretches
                    scratches
                   takes a lap of water
And turns to me… 

You are the God of grace.