O Lord,
I am so lost
Help me
Light my way out of darkness.
O Lord,
You who are
The light of the world,
Light my way out of darkness.
O Lord,
You who are
A consuming fire
Light my way out of darkness.
O Lord,
You who led
Israel out of Egypt
with your pillar of fire and your pillar of cloud
Also light my way out of darkness.
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Showing posts with label Israel in the desert. Show all posts
Friday, September 10, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
The Long Sojourn
How do I get there?
To the place of unmisery
To that place that isn't
The worst of places to be--
How do I get there?
Does it exist anywhere?
Where's my directions?
I'm tired; I'm tired of traveling blind,
Though it keeps the sandstorm
Out of my eyes--
Oh good Lord I'm tired
Whittled-down tired
I'm tired to the core of the core
I've had enough, and enough, and enough,
And I don't want to take anymore.
Can you hear my cries?
You did not warn,
I was led to the desert to die
In panic, confusion, and sorrrow, and haste--
Oh, rescue me now from the trackless wastes
Lest I be food for vultures and jackals--
Did you lead me out of Egypt to perish here,
Without even a reason why?
O rescue me, O lead me out
With your pillar of fire and your pillar of cloud--
If truly me do you cherish
Then save me from hence, lest I perish.
written August 17, 2010, around 3 am
To the place of unmisery
To that place that isn't
The worst of places to be--
How do I get there?
Does it exist anywhere?
Where's my directions?
I'm tired; I'm tired of traveling blind,
Though it keeps the sandstorm
Out of my eyes--
Oh good Lord I'm tired
Whittled-down tired
I'm tired to the core of the core
I've had enough, and enough, and enough,
And I don't want to take anymore.
Can you hear my cries?
You did not warn,
I was led to the desert to die
In panic, confusion, and sorrrow, and haste--
Oh, rescue me now from the trackless wastes
Lest I be food for vultures and jackals--
Did you lead me out of Egypt to perish here,
Without even a reason why?
O rescue me, O lead me out
With your pillar of fire and your pillar of cloud--
If truly me do you cherish
Then save me from hence, lest I perish.
written August 17, 2010, around 3 am
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