Psalm 8: Majesty’s Broken Minstrel

Born into a fam’ly royal
Over mountain tree and soil
    Over fish and bird and beast
    From the greatest to the least.

Of all the creatures in the land,
In holy image man was planned—
    Holy each and ev’ry one
    Made in likeness of the Son.

Your glory set in heaven high
Your work is seen throughout the sky
    Yet the babe on earth below
    Is your tool to still your foe.

The babe in manger, Son of God
Yet other men you’ve chose—that’s odd.
    Why choose men of sinful heart
    In your plan to play a part?

Will some of us with wicked soul
Be used by you to make all whole?
    Can this life of mine be used
    When with evil I am fused?

Lord, in this realm so wide and vast
From future, present, and the past,
    Broken men you’ve chosen long
    To sing love’s majestic song.

This poem is taken from my book A New Song, (Westbow Press, 2016) and can be found online HERE.

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