"It does not belong to us, O Lord; the praise belongs to you because of your love and loyalty," Psalm 115:1.
Why should the peoples wonder where you, our God, are? Ha! You, our God, are in the skies! You do anything you please! But idols, things peoples itch for, false gods all, are just silver or gold or electronics. Human artifice crafts them. They have mouths, sure, but don't have anything to say. Eyes, but don't see. Ears that don't hear. Noses that can't smell. Hands that won't feel. Feet that go nowhere. Voiceless throats. Their crafters become like them. And the peoples who trust in them, likewise. But we praise you, Creator. Creator of the skies, the whole world. To You belong the praises! To You, O Blesser of human beings.
When we visit with a brother or sister today, we give glory to our able God. And, together in thanksgiving, we honor only him from right now to for ever.
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