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Their tongues walk
around the earth,
Not just blah, blah, blah,
but 'I'm all that
and a bag of chips.'
And they spill water
from my cup,
Not just a drop or two,
but every last,
'How does God know?'
So You hold me
by my right hand,
Not just to stay my steps,
but to keep me
from their end.
It is good to be near
and even closer still,
Not just so I don't stumble,
but so they see
the truly blessed
put trust in Thee.
Psalm 73 |