PS 106
Tale of ancient times
Still just as alive today
A living passage
Called out from Egypt
From the land of slavery
Into your presence
Fires emerging
On the edges of your camps
I can feel their heat
I hear/feel your promise
Slipping into my bloodstream
Leaving nothing left
All these dire yarns
There must be room for a tale
With happy ending
The story resumed
That was all that mattered now
As the pages flip
Innocent blood kept
From spilling upon the ground
So these days are won
Still, these days are few
In those I have remaining
Praise be to the LORD (~Psalm 106:48)
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