To the hills do my eyes pan-
gazing at sculptous cordilleras
oscillating five-sworded tentacles through the seas
Owch! That's cold
A glance at the living creatures
Ohh! Majestic
To Abba does my call go
From thence my aid and succor be
And unending-unfaltering strength
For in Thee I am free
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Author:
Cesuke (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 16th, 2022 19:00
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
Yes! To the hills do my eyes pan, and to Abba does my call go, from thence my aid and succour be. And in Thee am I forever free.
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