Jehovah Jirah

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A drop, a tear

A word of fear –

A gentle reassurance.

A shout, a cry

A question why –

A proof of loves endurance.

My heart grows still

I bend my will –

I feel my fences falling.

I turn my ear

I strain to hear –

I hear His promise calling.

You are my God

You are the One –

You are my souls provider.

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