Praise the Lord, you his servants,
praise the name of the Lord.
Let the name of the Lord be praised,
both now and forevermore.
From the rising of the sun to the place where it sets,
the name of the Lord is to be praised.
The Lord is exalted over all the nations,
his glory above the heavens.
Who is like the Lord our God,
the One who sits enthroned on high,
who stoops down to look
on the heavens and the earth?
He raises the poor from the dust
and lifts the needy from the ash heap
he seats them with princes,
with the princes of his people.
He settles the childless woman in her home
as a happy mother of children.
Praise God
in freedom on your spot….
© Sylvia Frances Chan
Dutch Poetess
The Netherlands