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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