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A Tree
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Like grass,
Senseless men
Do not know,
Nor do fools
Understand, 
Wickedness
Grows anyway,
Only to be cut
And burnt
On a pile.

Thanks be
Alone to You,
I am a tree
You planted 
In Your house
And watered
So it grows,
And fruit
It does bear,
The only courts
It knows. 
 

Psalm 92

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by J Alan R

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