I am in the tent of my Father, my Savior, & King
With Him I am sitting and my soul longs to sing
For my journey’s been lonesome and parts of it dry
But my Spirit’s resilient and longing to fly
To the heights of the mountain tops He wants me to see
I’m saddened and sullen … then joyous and free!
…still my flesh is weary; I can’t seem to just ‘be’.
Am I burdened by things that no longer belong to me?
(an encouragement from Carol to me)
What amazing friends I have.
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