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Like grass,
Senseless men
Do not know,
Nor do fools
Understand,
Wickedness
Grows anyway,
Only to be cut
And burnt
On a pile.
Thanks be
Alone to You,
I am a tree
You planted
In Your house
And watered
So it grows,
And fruit
It does bear,
The only courts
It knows.
Psalm 92 |
