A Palm-Tree
A single fir-tree, lonely,
on a northern mountain height,
sleeps in a white blanket,
draped in snow and ice.
His dreams are of a palm-tree,
who, far in eastern lands,
weeps, all alone and silent,
among the burning sands.
PSALM 46 (THE MESSAGE)
God is a safe place to hide, we stand fearless on the cliff edge of doom, courageous in sea storms and earthquakes. Before the rush and roar of oceans, the tremors that shift mountains. Jacob wrestling God fights for us, God of angel armies protect us. River fountains splash joy, cooling God's city, the sacred haunt of the Most High. God lives here the streets are safe, God at your service from crack of dawn. Godless nations rant and rave, kings and kingdoms threaten, but earth does anything he says. Jacob-wrestling God fights for us, God of angel armies protect us. Attentoin all! See the marvels of God! He plants flowers and tree's all over the earth. Bans war from pole to pole, breaks all weapons across his knee. "Step out of the traffic! Take a long loving look at me. your h igh God. above politics above everything." Jacob-wrestling God fights for us, God of angel armies protect us. Eugene H. Peterson Changed by what we see?
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