SUNDAY

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3 Israel, put your hope in the LORD
both now and forevermore.

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In the cave of my dark days

I sometimes bear no hope

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But still I hold on to a hope

For a hope to yet return

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And there is a faint flicker

Of an old dancing drum

Somewhere deep within

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And even when the light is bright on the statues they made

To celebrate my success

Still the sun is warming open  fine cracks

Laying me down

As dust

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But when I tumble

I will fall

Into the open arms

Of the loving God