PS 107
I'll tell the story
In the place story is told
Of how we were found
Led by a straight way
When our lives were meaningless
Into fertile fields
Brought out of darkness
Into the observing light
Made better for it
You keep saving me
What is it you have in mind?
Beauty abounding?
Out on The High Seas
Brought to the frontier of dreams
Even wide awake
I cry out in need
Even now here in my bed
I still need you, God
Thank you for your grace
For the opportunity
To loosen these bonds
So the tale is told
Scattered like the barley seed
On the threshing floor
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