A Poem: Psalm 99

The Lord’s power seems to be
    Far removed from you and me.

Sitting high upon his throne,
    Might and justice are his own.

We must then before him fall
    If “our Lord” we wish to call.

But he’s not a distant God
    From his creatures that are flawed.

He speaks loving words to man,
    Leading us by holy plan,

Keeping us from sinful path,
    Guarding from eternal wrath.

Mercy, justice hand in hand
    As he walked upon this land.

Raising dead men from the grave
    From sin’s penalty to save.

Living voice to you I sing,
    Raised to you, my God, my King.

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