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From the shore of the lake
of harvest
Jousting with many a royal
pretender
Raising castle walls doomed
to fall
And trumpeting empty calls
to save the day,
I heard the One my heart
so loves...
And then I began to fish
Right where I stood, had
been all along
I turned to face the lake,
voices crying out
Forgetting what was behind,
and all alongside
And cast my line, into nothing
else matters
Until I hear my One and
Only call, come home.
Song of Solomon 3:4a |
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