You find me in the middle of a ball room
Upon my knees where lights refuse to diffuse this gloom
You Take me out of the crowd touch my tounge
and say
My child how I love you and wish to be with you on this day
And oh the generations who join me here
Upon my knees, where we have found the attentive ear
We sing a new song to our God,
Crafted from the chips of broken marble: the once hard heart now awed
And here breathes a new hallelujah
A giving of self to the overflow of awe
You find me in the auditorium upon the bare wood floor
A beauty I have never seen before…
The righteous man will flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon. Planted in the house of the Lord, they will flourish in the courts of our God. They will still yield fruit in old age; they shall be full of sap and very green. Psalm 92:12-15
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