Apodosis
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| Photo by Alba Grembi |
When darkness is near and it spills into gust,
begging
close to the world-fearing hearts,
I
will hold up my hands as a beacon of trust,
Sing Your kindness in cymbals and harps.
For
I’ve witnessed the glory of your marvellous art
—and
it left me great want to learn of Your essence.
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| By Theo Bandelis |
When
life is felt shattered for everyone else,
afflicting
their souls with screeching thick arrows,
I
will tend to their pain drawing wisdom in wells,
which
Your Word has built up for the heart-breaking shadows.
For
Your faithfulness tends to me as I near Your great Hallows
—and
they teach me to thirst for Your presence.
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If they
start looking backwards with their hands in the mills,
losing
sight towards hope and forsaking their worth,
I
will lift up my eyes to the promising hills,
as I
seek from whence now my help will come forth.
For
my help always comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth
—and
my sense-seeking questions thus lessen.
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| By Alba Grembi |
Father
I call You—but what do I know,
of
the heights of Your fatherly love?
For
I’d always been covered by this earthly tonneau,
of a
love that was begged for, coming least from above.
Still
Your tenderness reached my own depth as a merciful dove
—And
Your love there just shines incomparable likeness.
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For
Yours is the fire of grace,
Yours
is the soothing embrace,
Yours
is the small piece of leaven,
turning into the Kingdom of Heaven.
Thus,
I ask that it’s always Your will as I reach my lost brethren
—For
You are the guiding Light in the blink of darkness.
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