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The Window Of My Soul
Through the window of my soul
I see that the drought continues
I am walking through a dry and dusty land
And my bones are indeed growing old
I am in the midst of the hottest summer
And the humidity has sapped my soul
I look out upon the horizon of my Spirit
The is not a cloud in sight
I shall stand upon the Holy mountain
And shout out to the Lord my God
I shall dash my idols on the Rock
And declare the wondrous works of the almighty
And from beyond the mountain, a cloud appears
Thick and heavy with the rain
I am totally dependent on the Lord
And I am drenched with His life once again
poem
by
Frank McEleny
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