Placing Trust: Psalm 75

When shaking, Lord, I often run
   To powers I can see.
But on this earth there is not one
   With power like to thee.

You steady toppling kingdoms far
   And calm upheaval near.
Your plan includes the distant star
   And all on earth that’s dear.

But still I fret when troubles mount,
   I trust what I can touch
And never go to crimson fount
   Where love flows ever much.

I scratch and claw the dirty ground
   And build an idol fair,
A god in whom is no life found—
   It’s mute without a care.

At other times my trust I place
   In friends I’ve come to love,
But human love cannot replace
   The Father’s holy dove.

It can’t replace his mighty hand
   That strikes the evil foe
And brings his peace throughout the land
   To those that love him so.

Help me, my Lord, when troubles rise
   To trust in you alone,
And teach me, Lord, to raise my eyes
   Through trials to your throne.