A Life In Giver-Land

How strange it is indeed to be
In Giver-land, right here, with Thee;
With pastures green, and waters still,
My soul finds rest through rolling hills.

Life's cup o'er flowing; rod and staff
Protect this context where we laugh;
A table laid; anointing oil;
A house of God on fertile soil.

Your mercy, Lord, attended us;
Your goodness carried through the fuss;
Through valleys strewn with deathly shades,
Protected us – our comfort made

As righteous paths we seek out here,
We sense Your presence – freed from fear
Of evil lurking around each bend,
From now until that great amen.

A paper trail we leave behind
As righteous ways in life we find;
Because of who You are, O Lord –
Your gracious love fills all our world.

You bridge the gap twixt enemies;
This house you've built to bow the knee;
You shepherd all; our wantings still;
We can lie down, our souls you fill.

Lord, for this task you brought us here
(Salt, light, and leaven, holding dear):
As we engage in this fair land
Help us to others under-stand –

Share guidance, goodness, through our lives;
Your comfort, safety, fill their eyes;
Around our table make their place;
Their heads anoint – o'er flow with Grace.

And when it comes our time to die,
May life around seem like on high;
Such little difference here to there –
Your Kingdom come to here, as there:

Excitement filling grateful hearts;
Relieved despair, frustrated starts;
Help us retain Your laughter here;,
In You,  maintain Your vision clear.

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