Dearest America,
What do I say
when I no longer feel a prophet
what do I say
To this:The returning of old and the declaring of new
I shall speak what You say and that is all I really can say
Say my name father and show me a word alive
I long to be in the school of my father
Perhaps even here there is a light left burning that can restore the flame I see in our most intimate of meeting
That can challenge your people to kindle their yearning and seek after the one who begins such a restoring
Oh america it is difficult to see you here but I believe you worth saving
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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