PS 117

A few simple lines
Praise the LORD, all you nations (~Psalms 117:1)
Given as a Psalm

Your love enduring
Your faithfulness forever
Your Word's light endless

When there is little
Opportunity is much
Let my words praise you

Seen in our future
A game played by the fire
With cards, perhaps dice

A card's blank filled in
With a hilarious sound
Too close to ignore

The rules ours to make
The game's basis in the gifts
Applied for some fun

Tell me what you think
When we finally get a chance
To meet in person

For now, here I wait
Finally feeling Sheep's Blessing
May be within reach

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