How do we praise God
From Whom all blessings flow
When the flow has slowed to a trickle?
How can the praise of the Lord be always on my lips
If–though my cup overflows–
My lips remain dry and chapped?
Praise Him all ye creatures here
Far, far below in stature and in understanding
Who have no standing to judge the Sovereign will.
And in all things, give thanks–
Even now when thankfulness is far from my mind
And I’m less worried about giving than receiving.
But ye also praise Him above, oh heavenly hosts.
Is it easier for you than it is for me?
Are you privy to His will or does it affect you less?
Should I still make a joyful noise to the Lord
If I don’t have joy in my heart–
If I find it difficult to believe my own words?
Praise the Father, praise the Son, praise the Holy Ghost
Who in perfect, harmonious relationship
Govern all blessings and curses on creation.
Am I not also called to weep with those who weep?
Lord, lead me as I attempt to understand
How it is possible to marry grief with praise.