Praise the Lord

We are enjoying a slice of Alberta Clipper today, so in my reading this morning the words, ice morsels, snow, hail, wind, frost, caught my eye:)
It's timely that I was reminded to PRAISE THE LORD!

Praise the Lord; do not withhold the due of Heaven’s hand

For snow and frost and storming wind fulfill His kind command

Sun, moon and stars His might declare, established in a realm

That cannot be surpassed; save He who reigns supreme in heav’n

Praise the Lord; He heals the blind and sets the prisoner free

The wound of broken-hearts He binds; lift up your melody

To He who numbers all the stars and holds the widow near

He watches o’er the fatherless and counts their sorrow-tear

Praise the Lord; ‘the wicked’, He declares, ‘I will destroy’

The cedar and the fruit tree and the mountains shout for joy

The Lord takes pleasure in the righteous; He prepares the rain

And makes the grass to grow and brings the bud to bloom again

Young men and women, old man, child; come now and praise the Lord

He casts forth ice like morsels then He melts them with His word

The Lord delights in those who hope upon his steadfast love

Happy, happy the people who believe in God above

© Janet Martin

Inspired by Psalms 141-150