From Thunder

I removed his shoulders
        from the burden.
I freed his hands
        from the baskets.
I relieved his feet
        from the wandering.
He called out
        from trouble,
And I answered him
        from thunder.
But he then turned
        from Me.
He walked away
        from My voice.
He took no wisdom
        from My counsel.
If he'd call out
        from trouble,
I would answer him
        from thunder.
I would protect him
        from his enemies.
I would feed him
        from the finest wheat.
I would refresh him
        from all thirst.
Call out to Me
        from trouble,
And I will answer
        from thunder.

Psalm 81

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by J Alan R
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