Psalm 144.2 [DLV]

of DeLa

¹Praise be to the LORD my home,

who trains my heart to love,

my mind to trust.

²He is my loving Mother my family,

my surname and my adopter,

my arms, in whom I take harbor,

who brings people to my aid.

³O LORD, who am I that you give me a name,

a relinquished child that you know me.

⁴I was but a number,

nothing more than K85 3263.

⁵Cross the ocean, O LORD, and come to me;

touch these walls, so that they vanish.

⁶Send forth applications and dissolve [my doubts];

expedite the responses and destroy them.

⁷Reach out to me from on high;

carry and adopt me

from unanswered dreams

from the disbelief of visitors

⁸Whose words are not encouraging,

whose taunting is detrimental.

⁹I will speak my first words to you, O God;

with the hand-me-down rattle I will make music to you,

¹⁰to the One who gives a home to every child,

who delivers his son DeLa from a life alone.

¹¹Carry and adopt me

from the disbelief of visitors

whose words are not encouraging,

whose taunting is detrimental.

¹²Then when I mature

I will be a good-natured individual,

upholding morals and values

to benefit the world.

¹³I will no longer wait to be fed

on someone else’s time shift.

My freedom will multiply exponentially,

by immense quantities in my life.

¹⁴My profession will bring me prosperity.

there will be no more insecurities,

no nameless infants,

no longer are an orphan’s cries ignored.

¹⁵Blessed am I because this is true;

blessed am I because my God is LORD.