The Ravens Come

I find me here,
This desert place,
The prophets slain,
Ahead a race,

To quiet cave,
But oh- so far,
Cross arid land,
Hope there You are.

How quickly oh,
Did fear take hold,
In the wake,
Of faith so bold.

Still Your mercy,
Without end,
Does not forsake me,
Nor condemn.

It calls the ravens,
And on the stone,
Supply is laid,
For me, my own.

To give me strength,
This forty nights,
To run unending,
Through this plight.

And so sustain,
I know you will,
Until Your work
In me, fullfilled.


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