June 10 (Psalm 10, 1 kings 18)
Rising costs, declining pay
But who am I? Who do you say?
Am I not the One who gives?
Am I not the One who lives?
“Out of butter! Out of eggs!”
The lazy whines, the poor man begs
But who am I? Am I not He
Who sends the storm and calms the sea?
Who do you say? Creator asks
Do I wear veils? Do I wear masks?
Cast down your idols, reject their way
Who am I? Who do you say?
The wicked man shouts down the weak
Who do you hear? What do you speak?
Is he not caught in his own schemes? In his own plans?
In his own dreams?
He promotes the greedy, defiles the Lord
He fears the guns but not the Sword
In all his thoughts there is no room
for the One who formed him in the womb
His mouth is full of threats and lies
Why do you fear what I despise?
“Trouble! Trouble!” from his tongue
His words are death, his heart is dung
But who am I? And who is he?
Am I the Lord or shall he be? Divided thoughts and vile pretense
Sons of God! come off the fence!
I am the king , I’ll always be
Rise up and now declare! Decree!
The word I speak the word I spoke
The wicked’s arm has been broke
It’s broke! It’s done! Not “yet to be”
Sons of God! Declare! Decree!
Who am I? Who do you see? Sons of God declare! Decree!