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July / August 2002

July / August 2002

I'm Standing

I'm standing Lord;
There is a mist that blinds my sight.
Steep jagged rocks. front, left and right.
Lower, dim, gigantic, in the night.
Where is the way?

I'm standing Lord;
The black rock hems me in behind.
Above my head a moaning wind
Chills and oppresses heart and mind
I am afraid!

He answered me, and on His face
A look ineffable of grace
Of perfect, understanding love
Which all my murmuring did removed.

I'm standing, Lord;
Since Thou hast spoken, Lord. I see
Thou hast beset - these rocks are Thee!
and, since Thy love encloses me,
I stand and sing

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