Psalm 127

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If help the Lord the house won't send,
The builders work in vain.
A town the Lord will not defend,
The guards stand watch in vain.

In vain the early morn you greet,
In vain you late hours keep,
You toil for food you love to eat;
His loved ones he grants sleep.

Your children are the Lord's gift, grand,
They're his reward, in truth.
Arrows held in a warrior's hand
Are children of one's youth.

The man whose quiver's full is blessed,
He will not be ashamed
When with his foes he fights for rest,
Where justice is obtained.

Inconsistency

Some days I'm down, I just sit about and mope,
Other days I'm on top of it, I feel like the Pope.
Some days I feel like I'm sliding down a slope,
Other days I'm happy, I'm skipping with my rope.
Some days I'm stupid, I act like I'm a dope,
Other days I feel fine and I'm sure that I can cope.
Some days I'm negative, through the dark I grope,
Other days my heart's strong and stable, I'm bursting with hope.

Psalm 93

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The Lord reigns, robed in majesty,
Robed, armed with strength, he is.
Established is the world, we see,
Firm and secure it is.

Your throne established long ago,
You're ever and always.
The seas they raise their voice, we know,
Their voice the seas they raise.

The seas have lifted up, they have,
O Lord, their waves that pound,
Might-i-er than the thunder of
Great waters all around.

Might-ier than breakers of the sea
Lord up above, mighty,
Your statutes fixed will ever be,
Always your house holy.