The Psalms

David the classical bard

Like Shakespeare has taken control

Of less-known pens of his times

To be known as the Great Bard

What jaw-breaking competence

To master singing weeping

Among peoples of great grief

To praise God in this tense

Did I really plead with shame

That my sins be cast away

And yet continued to sin

Seeking others there to blame

Yes I did and yes I did

And in each case quite sincere

Teaching holy wood their game

Until Bathsheba is weed

Scattered hymns of great praises

Scattered hymns of meditation

Scattered hymns of lamentation

Scattered hymns of thanksgivings

And here we know Shepherd God

And here we know Justice God

And here we know Doctor God

And here we know Faithful God

Why do people break such ranks

Why do people ram and rage

Why do people trust in self

Why do people trust in banks

O Lord your word says they know

That big bang is in your hand

Yet spread your name like sheet to write on

But you will bless those that become bow

Doubters say there is no God

But look at my hands that praise

And remove blood guilt from them

Praise the Lord alleluia