Psalm 48:12 Walk about Zion, go around her, count her towers ..
Lord, I would be a counter of Jerusalem
Would see and tell the stretching of Your kingdom
Brushing off accretions,
Bringing hidden things to light
Measuring that sure grace beyond all measure
You pour in broken places.
I would know Your works and tell them
To this weary generation
This people of downcast eyes and too much busyness
Who need to hear again that our God reigns
In the drought and in the city,
And the mindless, pleasured beaches.
You build an unshakeable city
On a crucified, risen foundation
Your works proclaim your greatness
And Your people awake to adore You,
Stand up to speak Your praise.
Why should we fear the fall of night,
Or the folly of the enemy:
His mindless, grinding boasts?
I would sing of the secure thing
That no one can take from us.
I would count and recount the wonders
Of the God who never lets us go.
I would measure again Your mercy
And know all our measures fall short.