When life is boring, dry and flat,
I look for elevation.
Depression threatens ev’ry step.
Horizons lack elation.
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If any help is to be found,
it won’t come down from mountains.
No spirit yearns; no passion burns;
I need refreshing fountains.
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My footing slips; the landscape dips.
I need a steady keeper.
No slumberer should be on watch
and, even less, a sleeper.
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Protection from the sun at noon
and from all nighttime terrors,
is needed here for evil’s near,
and I am prone to errors.
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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.
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