I have reworked it in the past In the light of various happenings in the church and wider world, but in the absence of any other creative output this Advent season, let me bring it to a close with this responsive version, that is largely drawn from those previous ones:
My heart is full to bursting with praise to my Lord
My voice is hoarse from singing songs of joy to my Saviour God,
for he saw me and knew me, insignificant though I am,
so from here on in everyone will think of me as blessed,
for the Almighty does amazing things for and through those whom others call accursed.
That is why God’s name is holy - set apart from all other names.
God’s mercy is the inheritance of those who recognise his power and authority:
Pouring out blessings on their children and their children’s children,
Like the waves of a boundless ocean breaking on the shore
Generation after generation.
God will roll up his sleeves and bare his long, strong arms;
To scatter the proud and haughty like the Babel builders of old:
To bring princes and presidents tumbling down to the dust from which they came,
but lifting the humble poor out of the gutter.
He will sate the hunger of the starving with a sumptuous banquet,
but the self-satisfied will be left out in the cold.
The bosses will miss out on their bonuses;
The rich receiving nothing but a flea in their ear.
He has been merciful to his faithless servant,
Faithfully fulfilling all his promises to Abraham and his line
for ever and always
AMEN
Shalom
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