Your Love Never Quits

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My Paraphrase
Psalm 136

​Thank You, Daddy!
You deserve all my thanks.
Your love never quits.

Thank You God of all gods,
Your love never quits.

Thank You Lord of all lords.
Your love never quits.

Thank You miracle-working God,
Your love never quits.

Daddy, Your skill
formed the cosmos,
Your love never quits.

Daddy, You laid out earth
on ocean foundations,
Your love never quits.

Daddy, You filled the skies with light,
Your love never quits.

The sun to watch over the day,
Your love never quits.

Moon and stars
as guardians of the night,
Your love never quits.

Daddy, You struck down
the Egyptian firstborn,
Your love never quits.

And rescued Israel
from Egypt’s oppression,
Your love never quits.

Took Israel in hand
with Your powerful hand,
Your love never quits.

Split the Red Sea right in half,
Your love never quits.

Led Israel right through the middle,
Your love never quits.

Dumped Pharaoh
and his army in the sea,
Your love never quits.

Daddy, You marched
Your people through the desert,
Your love never quits.

Smashed huge kingdoms
right and left,
Your love never quits.

Struck down the famous kings,
Your love never quits.

Struck Sihon the Amorite king,
Your love never quits.

Struck Og the Bashanite king,
Your love never quits.

Then distributed their land as booty,
Your love never quits.

Handed the land over to Israel.
Your love never quits.

Daddy, You remember me
when I am down,
Your love never quits.

Rescue me from the trampling boot,
Your love never quits.

Take care of me in time of need.
Your love never quits.

Thank You, Daddy, You did it all!
Your love never quits.

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About unabashedhope

The name Unabashed Hope comes from my favorite poem by Emily Dickinson. Unabashed means not embarrassed, disconcerted or ashamed. I believe Emily's poem, Hope is the Thing with Feathers, says it best: Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.

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