A poem on Psalm 50.
The Mighty One—the Lord of All, —
speaks forth His Word to nations’ call.
From rising sun to where it sets,
He shines from Zion—none forget.
Our God will come and not be still;
in Fire and Storm, He shows His Will.
He calls the heavens and Earth to stand,
and judges All in every land.
“Gather My Saints—the Faithful near,
who’ve kept My Covenant, pure and clear.
The skies proclaim My Rightness true,
for I am God, and all is due.
“I need no goats or bulls from you;
the Earth is Mine; the herds are too.
I own the cattle on the hills,
the birds, the beasts, the alps, the rills.
“If I were hungry, I’d not ask;
the world is Mine; you need not task.
But Offer Thanks, fulfill your word,
and call on Me when Trouble’s stirred.
“To the Wicked, though, My charge is plain:
Why speak My Law, My Name profane?
Your heart loves Theft; your tongue spins Lies;
your Slander brings only My despise.
“I am silent, but do not assume
that I forget—My Rebuke looms.
Repent, and walk the Righteous Way,
and find Salvation’s Light one Day.
“For those who Thank, who Praise My Name,
you’ll see My paths and not know shame.
I’ll show you Grace—My will and might,
and lead you to Eternal Light.”
The Lutheran Column 