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Bethany Klassen Poem
Am I wrong to find it such a chore
Same time and place, same day each week
We listen to one wise man speak
Does it speak to my heart, to my core
Or is listening sometimes just a bore
The flags, the dancers and emotions peak
It overwhelms the orthodox and meek
Perhaps this week my spirit will soar
Why do I come, theres got to be more
More of the one I desperately seek
I’ll find him in the mountains though
There I see Him, I feel so blessed
The stars, the heights, they amaze me so
His love and presence can not be suppressed
Let hate, disputes and selfishness go
Go out into mountains and be refreshed
Copyright © Bethany Klassen | Year Posted 2016
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