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The Twenty-Third Song

(a paraphrase)

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My life is wrecked

I feel ruined

And here you are, Lord;

I don’t know if I asked for you,

And I am so relieved

That you are here

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I thought there was a desert

But, look, there’s water

Cold and clear;

It is the best that I have tasted

And I have no doubt

That it is good for me

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This is more than I deserve

And maybe I should leave—well,

I feel your hand

Guiding me back;

I should stay a while

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I thought this was the end,

That I could not lose any more

And it was getting dark;

But you are here,

And maybe you were with me

While I was stumbling

Back there

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Look, here’s food:

And who are those around me?

They don’t come any closer

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Before I eat, please

Bless all this

And maybe me;

You are the one

To do it, after all

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Should you be with me

Through all that is to come,

Then blessings

Will continue, even in

The splintered times

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And because of you,

Your presence in my life,

When this life is done

And the next mystery begins,

I shall be with you

With a living place in heaven

Or on Earth renewed

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C L Couch

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Photo by Edgar Castrejon on Unsplash

Rome, Italy

The Forum, Roma

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