Is a lamp to our feet,
Honey for our lips,
Living and active,
Like treasure found in a field,
It’s complex and layered,
Not always easy to understand,
Rich in imagery and creativity,
Describing us like birds freed from a trap,
Trees beside refreshing streams,
Mountains rooted in your land.
We read it and then forget its beauty,
Forget its truth and hope,
Other things crowd it out,
So help us to revisit it regularly.
Open our minds and our hearts to things
That we could never imagine or conceive,
Bring us again to your thoughts, your ways,
Which are so much higher than ours.
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