Psalm S

waiting for Gudough

In the beginning of God’s creating
the skies and the earth—

Be fruitful and become many,
fill the earth and subdue it—

Do you love this tree
more than you love Me?—

Because you listened to your wife’s voice,
cursed is the ground on your account—

For look! I am creating
new heavens and a new earth—

Does man think We shall not put his bones
back together—

Who is this coming . . . marching . . .
It is I, the one speaking in righteousness—

Closer and closer it comes to you.
Closer and closer still—

Take off your shoes from your feet,
because the place on which you’re standing:
it’s holy ground—

There are more things in heaven and earth,
Horatio, than are dreamt of in our philosophy—

For as it is, if someone comes and preaches
a Jesus other than the one we preach,
you easily put up with him—

He fumbles at your Soul
As Players at the Keys—

God chooses as His messengers
whoever He will—

I bore the load
of this eternal quietude—

A gentleman is easy to serve
but difficult to please—

The word of Yahweh again came to me,
saying, Son of Man, set your face
against Gog of the land of Magog—

If a man walks after wind and deception
he would be just the preacher for this people!—

He had walked among humans,
and He would be back—

Now on a sabbath he was passing through grain fields
and his disciples were plucking
and eating the heads of grain—

Do you love the fishing business
more than you love me?—

Should I not also feel sorry
for Nineveh the great city—

The strange book of Daniel . . .
pervades the entire world—

It may well be that you dislike something
in which God has put much good—

One of the elders said to me:
“These who are dressed in the white robes,
who are they and where did they come from?”—

Say, ‘This is what my Lord Yahweh says:
“Here I am against you, O Gog,
head chieftain of Meshech and Tubal.”’—

When Winds take Forests in their Paws—
The Universe—is still—

Now this is the main point:
We have such a high priest as this—

So right away I said to him:
“My lord, you are the one who knows”—

When the sun is rolled up—when the sky
cracks—by the night-comer—
by the daybreak—

Where solitude ceases,
there the market place begins—

You will come against them like a storm,
and you will cover the land like clouds,
you and all your troops—

May the undeserved kindness
of the Lord Jesus
be with the holy ones—


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