Category Archives: Poetry

From the Pen of D.E. Young

Thy Will Be Done (II)

(Luke 6:46)

If with my lips I call You Lord

Then be Your law in heart adored.

And let me choose what You command

As in Your presence sweet I stand.

June 2017

Purity (II) 

(Proverbs 22:11)

Let me, my God, love purity

of heart, and be it found in me.

And may it so my sin displace

That e’en my words be filled with grace

That Heaven’s King my friend may be

If purity be found in me.

June 2017


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The Mystery of Providence by D.E. Young

The Mystery of Providence


I do not understand, my God,

Why You thus deal with me,

And yet I need not understand

But only bow the knee.


February 2017



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A Psalm for Thanksgiving

Psalm 103

A Psalm of David.

Bless the LORD, O my soul; and all that is within me, bless His holy name! Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits: Who forgives all your iniquities, Who heals all your diseases, Who redeems your life from destruction, Who crowns you with lovingkindness and tender mercies, Who satisfies your mouth with good things, so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.

The LORD executes righteousness and justice for all who are oppressed. He made known His ways to Moses, His acts to the children of Israel. The LORD is merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and abounding in mercy. He will not always strive with us, nor will He keep His anger forever. He has not dealt with us according to our sins, nor punished us according to our iniquities. For as the heavens are high above the earth, so great is His mercy toward those who fear Him; as far as the east is from the west, so far has He removed our transgressions from us. As a father pities his children, so the LORD pities those who fear Him. For He knows our frame; He remembers that we are dust.

As for man, his days are like grass; as a flower of the field, so he flourishes. For the wind passes over it, and it is gone, And its place remembers it no more. But the mercy of the LORD is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear Him, and His righteousness to children’s children, To such as keep His covenant, and to those who remember His commandments to do them.

The LORD has established His throne in heaven, and His kingdom rules over all. 0 Bless the LORD, you His angels, who excel in strength, who do His word, heeding the voice of His word. Bless the LORD, all you His hosts, you ministers of His, who do His pleasure. Bless the LORD, all His works, in all places of His dominion. Bless the LORD, O my soul!

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Compassion by D.E. Young


(Mark 1:29-31)

You saw her where she lay
Ablaze with fever’s flame.
You were compassionate
For love of Your own Name.

You drew near to the sick
For Your health unafraid.
You took her feeble hand
And her infection stayed.

You raised her up to stand,
The fever did depart,
So she began to serve
With all her loving heart.

So take, my Lord, my hand.
In misery I lie
With sin and shame engulfed
Almost enough to die.

Because You gracious are
Not that I merit it
I pray You raise me up
And all my debt remit.

And grant me every day
To new repentance know,
To overcome myself
Your graciousness to show.

I cannot save myself.
Therefore to You I flee.
For rescue, Lord, I wait.
Be merciful to me.

July 2016

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Luke 18:1-8 by D.E. Young

“Avenge me of my foe!”
So did the widow cry.
The judge, he was unjust
And passed the widow by.

Again she came, again,
And raised the same request.
He pondered what to do
To give himself some rest.

“Though I do not fear God
And men I disregard
I will adjudge this case
And give her her reward.

Lest with her constant pleas
She vex and trouble me.”
So he adjudged her case
And listened to her plea.

And shall not God above
When His elect He hears
Avenge them of their foes
And calm their many fears?

For day and night they cry
And though He hears above
In suff’ring long He waits
To save those of His love.

So, my soul, do not faint
But cry by night and day
That mercy be bestowed.
There is no other way.

July 2016

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Hebrews 5:8 by D.E. Young

Hebrews 5:8

Although He were a Son
Yet learned He day by day
Through suff’rings that He bore
His Father to obey.

So what does my soul learn
Through troubles that surround
Except to plead for grace
And mercy to abound?

I need to be upheld.
I have no strength to stand
Unless He holds me up
By Sov’reign, Mighty Hand.

July 2016

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Happy Friday But Sunday’s Coming!!

Over the last four years or so I’ve learned to enjoy singing the Psalms, something that previously had been missing in my walk with the Lord Jesus. To my Presbyterian brethren I will forever be grateful for bringing this to light for me. After all, did Paul not write “Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord” or “Speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord”?

Since today is the 113th day of the year I will share Psalm 113 from the Trinity Psalter. It may be sung to the tune of “Take My Life and Let It Be”, remember, for this tune repeat the last line of each stanza. Happy Friday but remember, like the old preacher said, “but Sunday’s coming!”


Psalm 113

Praise Jehovah; praise the Lord;

Ye His servants, praise accord;

Bless-ed be Jehovah’s name;

Evermore His praise proclaim.

From the dawn to setting sun,

Praise the Lord, the Mighty One.

O’er all nations He is high;

Yea,His glory crowns the sky.

Who is like the Lord our God?

High in heav’n is His abode,

Who Himself doth humble low

Things in heav’n and earth to know.

He the lowly makes to rise

From the dust in which He lies,

That exalted he may stand

With the princes of the land.

He the childless woman takes

And a joyful mother makes;

Keeping house she finds reward.

Praise Jehovah; praise the Lord.

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April 22, 2016 · 7:24 AM