The Eighty-Fifth

Lord will you revive us
Turn away your displeasure
Although we stray
Mesmerized by everyday.
And you have done so much
We scarce deserve
Your healing touch.
It's in the fearing
The coming softly
To your majesty
And pleading for that
We have no right to
Ever see or hear.
Please Lord come near.
With miracle blend
Of Love, Faithfulness
Righteousness, Peace
Made to kiss each other.
An intersection
A stunning Cross
Distilling joy from loss.

(Psalm 85)


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