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In one last hope I dropped my scarlet ribbon.
For one whole night we dreamed of peace and pain.
With one weak eye I watched a bleak horizon.
To one old town we turned and sank in slumber.
We lived inside the walls
At Jericho
Falls.
God’s justice is like the great deep,
The great deep.
For one, I led my secrets out the back door.
For two, we sold the soul right out this place.
For seven days and six long nights we tarried.
Forsaken I could hardly show my face.
I barely cleared the walls
At Jericho
Falls.
God’s justice is like the great deep,
The great deep.
A telltale sign, a stranger’s arms, and safety;
A well worn life, a threadbare soul, and sin;
Tonight the price of my escape, it haunts me.
Today a lovely sunrise graced my once dead eyes,
And I leveled all my walls,
At Jericho
Falls.
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Though we hate to say so,
We carry our troubles.
But, Jesus, we’ve heard that your burden is light.
You’ve called us forward
From fear and delusion
To drink of the wine of your love,
And be your delight!
We are the weak that shame the strong.
We are the fools that shame the wise.
You are the God that rent the heavens
To die and wake the dead.
To wounders and weepers,
Redemption and healing!
To misers and beggers
A share of your wealth.
To cynics and scoffers,
Rejoicing and power!
Oh God, how you give to the lost
Life free of cost!
We who are calloused
Find you a pleasure.
We who are dying
Arise!
Here’s to a Father,
Here’s to a Lover,
Who, weak as we are,
Our song glorifies!
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The human knack for aclimation is the greatest of necessary evils.
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| I find it sordidly pleasant to poop in a semi-constipated state.
I feel an exhilarating sense of accomplishment afterwards.
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| Here are two sins that no one really recognizes:
Complaining and Worrying.
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