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Psalm 148
1Praise Yah! Praise Yahweh from the heavens! Praise him in the heights!
2Praise him, all his angels! Praise him, all his host!
3Praise him, sun and moon! Praise him, all you shining stars!
4Praise him, you heavens of heavens, You waters that are above the heavens.
5Let them praise the name of Yahweh, For he commanded, and they were created.
6He has also established them forever and ever. He has made a decree which will not pass away.
7Praise Yahweh from the earth, You great sea creatures, and all depths!
8Lightning and hail, snow and clouds; Stormy wind, fulfilling his word;
9Mountains and all hills; Fruit trees and all cedars;
10Wild animals and all cattle; Small creatures and flying birds;
11Kings of the earth and all peoples; Princes and all judges of the earth;
12Both young men and maidens; Old men and children:
13Let them praise the name of Yahweh, For his name alone is exalted. His glory is above the earth and the heavens.
14He has lifted up the horn of his people, The praise of all his saints; Even of the children of Israel, a people near to him. Praise Yah! Psalm 149
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Psalm 148 offers holy endurance: God gives strength for the long road and joy for the weary.
If Psalm 148 never leads to holiness, what you call “power” may be performance—today, not someday.
Psalm 148 calls the Church to be a visible sign of God’s mercy in the world.
In Psalm 148, grace isn’t abstract—it’s God drawing you to trust Him today—today, not someday.
If Psalm 148 never disrupts comfort, it may be tradition pretending to be fire—today, not someday.
If Psalm 148 confronts you, it’s grace—God refuses to leave you shallow—today, not someday.
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