Psalm 92
We grow where we want to be, thriving, because we feel rooted. Where we mature is a matter of productivity. http://ref.ly/Ps92;niv2011
Psalm 91
If God were to visit unannounced, would we ask that he apply for residency? Or build a pronounced and gated wall? http://ref.ly/Ps91;niv2011
Psalm 90
We dwell in wooden boxes, painted up, looking well. Outfoxing the taint of decay delays our thoughts of mausolea. http://ref.ly/Ps90;niv2011
Psalm 89
Faux republics go awry. Democratic misfits try to assure. But I have a King: pure and free of counterfeit. http://ref.ly/Ps89;niv2011
Psalm 88
Standing in a theater of grace and belonging Loneliness can throttle you. Like bitterness the unseen is still real. http://ref.ly/Ps88;niv2011
Psalm 87
How much more will they sing and dance at the ringing, prancing, pouring shouts: "This one was born in Bethlehem!" http://ref.ly/Ps87;niv2011
Psalm 85
Earning a promise is as backward as commanding love. It is given and enjoyed or remanded and destroyed. http://ref.ly/Ps85;niv2011
Psalm 84
Home is a sign of better things. Fine summer days and a perfect snow display protection and often unsung love. http://ref.ly/Ps84;niv2011
Psalm 83
The din of pretend gods smothers Your voice like gravy. Choices become agonies when ears are too feeble and falter. http://ref.ly/Ps83;niv2011
Psalm 82
Shrugging past the poor is a felony of heart. Using them as political chuck is barely less than capital. http://ref.ly/Ps82;niv2011