Psalm 3

Highest of Priests. I sing a new song unto you everyday.
Unto you I give my finest of gifts.
The gifts upon which I was blessed by your own word.
How plentiful is your abundant provision.
My fields are overflowing with the greatness of
your bounty and my grain houses are filled to their brim.
Each has their portion and each has their fill.

Your provision is never ending. For, in every way, you know your
peoples needs. You know our needs to their utter
limits and give no less than is required.
How good are you Father? It is so great, I do not understand.
Through my utter belief
I am given grace and portion?
This is to great for me. I am not worthy.

Let me have a worthy response. Let my hands and feet
go out and till the soil of the unbroken ground.
Let me wield the sickle of the gospel.
Allow it's edge to reap the harvest that you have so
perfectly provided. Your hands are working always.
Your love is never ending.

My life is unto You and You alone. You are the caller of my actions.
Oh God, you are the compass in which my journey is guided.
My paths are lit by your simplest of blessings.
Unto you I give my all. Unto You is given my life.