The Psalm of My Soul

    “The Psalm of My Soul,” Ensign, Jan. 1990, 53

    The Psalm of My Soul

    O Lord,

    from wells of deep emotion,

    my love flows over—

    a grateful love for joys I’ve known

    of soul and heart and mind:

    the magnitude of space,

    the scape and scope of color,

    the contour, size, and shape

    of plant, of shrub, of giant tree,

    all are compassed—

    all encompassed, Lord, in Thee!

    My soul upon its knees doth walk

    in gratitude and praise

    for sharing Thine with me.

    Through all my days,

    I’ve cried to Thee

    in joyous bursts of praise

    when scenes of splendor

    came within my view:

    snowy mountains silvering in the light

    or morning birds winging off in song.

    You only know, dear Lord,

    the lessons learned from these

    of faith, of strength,

    of need to trust in Thee.

    My soul upon its knees doth walk

    in gratitude

    that I know Thee!

    I see Thy face

    in desert sand,

    in rocky gorge,

    in somber shade of gray-green sage,

    in dew-wet grass,

    in heaven’s blue.

    I walk upon my knees, dear Lord,

    yea, my soul walks upon its knees

    for gifts of song,

    of speech, of written word,

    of compassion’s warming flame.

    I walk upon my knees,

    share with Thee my joy.

    I thank Thee for Thy listening ear.

    I thank Thee, Lord,

    for Thee.

    Titcomb Basin, Wind River Range. Photo by Welden Andersen.