Psalm 2 Poem by Cory Huennekens

The roots of my mountain are shaken when I consider you
The wide rivers of my heart swell and spill over
The clouds of my mind are dark grey
Pregnant with the rain of your spirit
If I keep silent the rocks will cry out
What am I that you are mindful of me?
When I consider the works of your hands
I cannot speak
When I fathom your eternity
I cannot move
My race may adorn themselves with jewels
They may build lofty houses on lofty hills
I will surrender to the Wise King
The eternal wise ruler
Priest of Malchezidik
I will live in your living kingdom
Amidst the work of your hands
My heart will never boast
Except in the grace which I find with you