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This thirsty land,
from its knees,
Holds out its sin-filled
hands to cup any
water it can,
from You.
Rain down mercy
in buckets,
And stand this land
upright, holding up
its hands instead
to You.
Don't let this land sink
into the pit,
Open its eyes to finally
see true refreshment,
the only way
is You.
Psalm 143 |
