Rough Draft

Psalm 82^nd

The law is my sergeant
I need nothing else
It makes me lie in dry desert
And leads me to walk in formation
It decays my soul
It commands me on the trails of contentiousness
For Its name sake
Even as I am marching through the valley of
The shadow of death
And fear great evil, It is with me,
Its isolation and inhumanity to comfort me
It does prepare the altar for me in the
Presence of my depression
It has ignored my head’s turmoil,
And my eyes overfloweth
Surely goodness and loving kindness have
Followed me all the days of my life,
But I dwell in the Fort of my sergeant
Forever.

© 2004 Matt Malyon / Songs of Exile

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