When life is boring, dry and flat, I look for elevation.
Depression threatens ev’ry step. Horizons lack elation.
If any help is to be found, it won’t come down from mountains.
No spirit yearns; no passion burns; I need refreshing fountains.
My footing slips; the landscape dips. I need a steady keeper.
No slumberer should be on watch and, even less, a sleeper.
Protection from the sun at noon and from all nighttime terrors,
is needed here for evil’s near, and I am prone to errors.
Photo: by Agnieszka M on Unsplash
Source: Psalm 121
Text: © David Alexander, 2020
Tune: Barbara Allen, Public Domain
Score: https://www.free-scores.com/download-sheet-music.php?pdf=63001
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