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I scan the horizon as I trounce the arid desert.
Brill trees and a trickling burn shape my stream.
To me, it's as if I'm showing God's entail I querist.
As away as I am aware, it is a magnificent dream.

Perhaps, Lord, late openings are to be unlock.
As well, I will fulfill all your vows around time.
The clay under my feet is starting to awake. 
It's all aside You that you've grown grass sublime.

As I stray calmly amid the skylights.
I'll induce firm my deft hand grips Yours tightly.
My faith in You is vital, and I wish to highlights.
And long for the holy avowal of Your majesty.

I owe You, God, your unfathomable grace.  
Much obliged for plunging me in your rife. 
I may never be skilled to repay Your fairness.
But I'll behold to You till the ending of my life. 

As I range You, God, with love, you bestow.
It has given me loftier reliance and ability.
My solitude and aridity will soon vary low.
And the lands and people's illness severity.

I beg You, Heavenly God, to relieve the way.
To strengthen the modest jewels of my soul
Much obliged, Lord, for setting my break day.
A blighted block of my moral being goal.

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Written: April 24, 2022

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