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Runaway Psalm

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God, lay the morning

Down on us

Softly, unless there

Must be a storm

Give our senses

Easy labor

Except in greater need

Then call us out

To work the needs for people

Who should have

A day in which

To praise you

By still waters

To take breathing lessons

For whatever comes

In the next hour

And forever,

Cherishing each moment

And the way

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Photo by Inés Castellano on Unsplash

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