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Psalm 7

Alleluia our voices cry

Alleluia our traditions sing

Alleluia our progress demands

then laments rests heavy on our souls.

and shadows cast a longer reach 


One day life seems rich with possibilities

the next weighed down with obstacles


yes, yes

no, no

stay, go


through it all, O God

you remain



the beat of our heart

the breath in our lungs

the ache in our souls


you share our 

laughing and crying

our guttural utterances when words wont form 

our soaring praise when words flow freely


through it all you

continually pour out blessings 

on to

and into

the world.


Alleluia our voices cry

and when we pause another 

and another

and another

takes up the cry.

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