THE LYRE & THE SCROLL: Reflections From The Psalms



Praise, adoration and exultation are the fruit of lips that reveal hearts of thanksgiving from the saints toward God Almighty because of His mercy and acts of power.  Continuously the Psalmist gives praise to God because He has:


“Lifted me up, and have not let my enemies rejoice over me.” (V.1)  I cried to You for help, and You healed me…You have kept me alive” (Vv.2-3)


“Sing praise to the Lord, you His godly ones, And give thanks to His holy name.  For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for a lifetime; Weeping may last for the night, But a shout of joy comes in the morning.” (Vv.4-5)

This text moved me to write the following poem:

WHEN LIFE’S ANXIETIES SURROUND ME ©2015 Sergio R. Tangari (Psalm 30)

When Life’s anxieties surround me and sense about to break, The fruit of lips which trust in You because of righteousness, It’s right to shout Your song and sing of Your name, For all of Your deliverance’s, O LORD that’s why You came,

So now and forever, may my soul be true, To the holy Lamb of God, I want to live for You, Now take me as I am and with a willing heart, LORD guide my steps in righteousness so that I not depart,

From loving You all day and into the night, Keep my heart before You tender and always in Your light, May Your praise be on my lips and never fade away, Until the day I see You, Rejoicing face to face.

God Has Not Forgotten You Christian


Sometimes things in life do not go the way we envision them when in our youth. Expectations from those we admire we desire to please, even our own goals and dreams often don’t come to pass in this journey called life.

This can be very daunting and debilitating.  I know, it’s been a roller coaster ride for me.  But as I considered my friend Mike Wilson and his struggles I wrote a poem that really applies to many of us who have experienced the pain of “hope deferred”.


(© Sergio R. Tangari 2015: For Mike S. Wilson) 

A line or two, I’ll write for you, 

This seems only right,

The man with many questions,

My brother known as Mike

You were from God bestowed with gifts,

I do remember well,

Frustrated and perplexed,

Their use could not dispel

Much like a cello longing to sing,

The music you contained,

But often it was silence,

And there was your refrain

“Why can’t I sing, why can’t I play?

These melodies you’ve wrought”,

And gently the Good Shepherd says:

“Because it’s you I’ve bought”

Not for your purposes,

But for Mine alone,

So rest in the assurance,

My blood for you has bought.