Flatland Living

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.


Image:  Ganapathy Kumar on Unsplash

Source: Psalm 121

Text:  David Alexander, 2020 CC BY-SA 4.0

Tune: Barbara Allen , Public Domain

Audio:  www.smallchurchmusic.com  Used by permission. 

Worship Video:  https://youtu.be/95R4FhNVNgA 

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