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Down by a Tree

By , Eaton, CO

I sat that day,
down by a tree,
and cried and cried and cried
For why would this happen to me,
and of this I prayed to see
A shadow fell upon my face,
darkness across my being
What could I say to this,
what justification could I bring
And so I knelt and
raised my hands by that very tree
the whole night through,
I seeked a way out of there,
that sparse and dreary land,
and so that’s why I raised my hands
I looked for hope,
for joy,
for peace,
for some kind,
any kind,
of relief
You reached a hand,
You ran to me,
and now with me You’ll always be,
my rescue, hope, and only King

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