"And my lyre rings
As audacious birds cast
Vitality tree to tree
For You have not erased
But entered into complexes
We have layered: self-conceit,
Deceit consumed,
Oppressed to death.
"Not as a super-nova
Remakes elements, come You,
But pleading my cause between
These little ones big of mind
Who work at enmity;
And beam Your light beneficently
Leading through invented nations,
Webs of mourning desperation,
To Your hill above the clamor
Where is my hope,
My help of countenance,
Who makes all things
Vibrate collaborating
Strings life singing."
Mark R. Turner
Julian, CA
April 10, 2009
Related Scripture: Psalm 43
There is a blessed, undeserved hope when we think we are impossibly bound and lost.Julian, CA
April 10, 2009
Related Scripture: Psalm 43
We will sing of it together,
Mark

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