Folks around here know you, God. Your address is on file.
On the grounds around your place you don’t allow what’s vile.
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You inspire more awe than mountains. Strong men lose their breath.
Faced with you both horse and rider fall, as if in death.
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Don’t be angry, we can’t take it. Judge, then let us be.
When oppressed are saved we know your awesomeness indeed!
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Kings and princes learn that anger serves them not a bit.
Royal rank and social class are worth as much as spit.
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Photo by Nicola Nuttall on Unsplash
Text: © David Alexander, 2020
Tune: Geneva (Lowden)
Score: https://www.smallchurchmusic.com/Score_PDF/GodWhoTouchest-Geneva.pdf
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