Psalm 151 Poem by Denis Martindale

Behold the day of salvation,
Behold the day of grace,
Behold God's sweet celebration,
Behold His smiling face...

Let the sun rise early morning,
Let the angels be there, too,
Let victory kiss the dawning,
With sunshine ever new...

Let children learn atonement,
Let kings kneel on the ground,
Let forgiveness heal the present,
Let friends with praises sound...

For God has made a new thing,
Triumphant evermore,
A holy bird upon the wing
To fill the Earth with awe...

Consider those within the faith,
Still preaching far and wide,
A billion souls perchance to save,
The Father glorified...

From dawn's increasing spread of light,
Till evening's darkness falls,
The saints on Earth learn new insight,
As each old truth recalls...

Reflect upon the prophecies,
Absorb the hopes foretold,
For these will do much more to please
The soul that's lacking gold...

The poor man hopes what rich men boast,
But every rich man dies,
The poor man seeks the uppermost,
The fear of God that's wise...

Destruction waits the selfish fool,
The callous in command,
The rebel spurning every rule,
For these, the Lord won't stand...

But I've looked close at sights unseen,
My visions reach beyond,
The Lord above must intervene,
To break each demon's bond...

Else who can stand? Else who can win?
The flesh is weak, indeed
And who of us resists all sin,
That we for God succeed?

If not for pardon, wrought with blood,
The guilty have no peace,
If not for love, our patient God
Would make Mankind to cease...

When famine comes, all creatures lose,
More so if God shares nought,
More so if God holds back good news
Not granting prophets thought...

But God proves love with dreams at night,
With visions still by day,
With angels teaching each insight,
If prophets ask away...

The rest of all Mankind is slow,
With darkness in each heart,
With eyes that lack a godly glow,
Born sinners from the start...

If God held Mankind in contempt,
Both now and evermore,
Not one of us would be exempt
If breaking any law...

But God regards a tapesty,
A telling of Man's tale,
From first to last and victory
Is there yet to prevail...

Take heart, then sinners, of this Earth,
Behold the sun and moon,
God's great redeemer proves His worth
And He is coming soon...

To some, a servant, just a man,
To some, God's chosen king,
To some, the One within God's plan
Who changes everything...