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Psalm 44

Oh Lord we hear the tales
Of saints from long ago
Who came into your presence
And in your Spirit, flow

Your Shekinah fell like morning dew
Upon them one and all
Your glory and your majesty
Before your throne they fall

Its by the light of countenance
That we take the promised land
Its by your strength and your right arm
That we walk hand in hand

But now o Lord you've cast us off
And put us all to shame
The enemy comes and takes from us
And we shall never be the same

Arise O Lord, please do not sleep
Why do you hide your face
Our souls are bowed down to the dust
We cry out for your grace

poem by Frank McEleny
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