Psalm 68 Poem by Frank McEleny

Let God arise and His enemies be scattered
Who dares to stand in this day?
My troubles melt like wax in the presence of the Lord
Like smoke in the wind, they are blown away

Who shall extol Him who rides upon the clouds?
We shall lift His name on high
We shall lift up our eyes to where our help come from
We shall see His majesty in the sky

The heavens dropp rain at the presence of God
It falls upon a dry and thirsty land
You sustain your people in the midst of their plight
You lead them by your righteous right hand

When I am low in my troubles and darkness covers me
And the messenger, its bad news that he brings
I will call upon my God and arise again once more
Like a dove with silver sprinkled on its wings

Zion you are small, as far as mountains go
To look at you no one could ever tell
That this would be the place, of power and of grace
This would be the place that God would dwell

So stand up child of God, remember who you are
Your delivered, your redeemed, you've been set free
No longer slaves to sin, sanctified deep within
You'll reign with Christ the King eternally