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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