Good morning GOD, my Eternal Referee.
I'm thanking you, GOD, from a full heart,
I'm writing the book on your wonders.
I'm whistling, laughing, and jumping for joy;
I'm singing your song, High GOD.
The day my enemies turned tail and ran, they stumbled on you and fell on their faces.
You took over and set everything right; when I needed you, you were there, taking charge.
You blow the whistle on godless nations; you throw dirty players out of the game, wipe their names right off the roster.
Enemies disappear from the sidelines, their reputation trashed, their names erased from the halls of fame.
You've turned my wild laments into whirling dance. I'm now playing in the big leagues and getting paid high fees.
I win again and again!
Thank you my Eternal Referee!
(Poem by me, adapted from Psalms 9)
