Psalm #4 Poem by Brett White

Delay thee not in giving thanks today,
For every second spent in the Sun's Ray.

It kisses my fears into Oblivion,
Where they'll reside Alway with Leviathon.

For my God is Great as is His Glory,
Radiant is His Majesty before thee:

The Creator of the Sky and of the Moon,
The Perfection of His Celestial Tune.

It causes the leaves to grow and then fall,
In Harmony with the birds' gentle call.

So hold firm to thy Love and to thy Faith,
Hearken His Voice now, never delayeth

To give thanks unto the Lord God Above,
Whose Grace is as Infinite as His Love.

Amen.