Perennial Psalms
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Perennial Psalms
Farming long a ruddy heart
to harvest His pleasing Psalms,
in return a strong kingdom,
to rule a rough, stiff necked people,
some treasuring gold calves to Alms,
the Highest of the Most High,
kept Covenant with His people,
nurturing the Blossoms drawn,
returning Fair Scents to all,
found his sweet Psalms unsung from steeples.
No Wrath came from burning skies,
for Divine Splendor condones
no want, no disappointment.
"I Am Who Am, and I shall
fresh, living Psalms raise from these stones."
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