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The sunlight was warm on my face in the morning

Psalm 23

The sunlight was warm on my face in the morning;
by evening the air was as chilling as death.
The valley was deeper than I had imagined,
a canyon cut coarsely,
the breeze scarcely shifted...
oh hardly a breath.
My mood was distorted,
even desolate;
my mind chasing demons,
demented, distressed...


Andrew Pratt (born 1948)

Words © 26.2/2011 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England,

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