1 May God arise, may his enemies be scattered;
may his foes flee before him.
2 As smoke is blown away by the wind,
may you blow them away;
as wax melts before the fire,
may the wicked perish before God.
3 But may the righteous be glad
and rejoice before God;
may they be happy and joyful.
4 Sing to God, sing praise to his name,
extol him who rides on the clouds [a]—
his name is the LORD—
and rejoice before him.
5 A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows,
is God in his holy dwelling.
"Let God Arise." May we never cease to extol the name of the Lord, not to just mundanely listen to the words, or singing/saying them with ignorance of the meaning, but to praise enthusiastically the name of the God that spoke the worlds into being, from who's mouth came the burning exploding sun. Who created us in His image that he might glorify Himself in His Son, on a worm ridden filth covered cross, which is the pinncale of human cruelty. Through the nails that were driven, as if ,by my own hand into the prefect flawless flesh of the Savior. So I might know the power of my Creator, of my Savior, Judge, and King. How amazing is The Amazing? How awesome is The Awesome? Words, knowledge, and time pale in comparison to the incredible I AM who was and is and is to come. "Our God reigns now and forever."