Walk with me now through this solitary place
and show me the rose that blooms
beneath moonless skies and winter’s chill.
Teach me to sing the songs of praise
that echoed from the desert hills
when half spent was the lonely prophet’s night.
Strengthen my feeble arms,
bind up my wounded feet.
Speak courage to my fearful heart
that I might find the joy of this holy night.
beneath moonless skies and winter’s chill.
Teach me to sing the songs of praise
that echoed from the desert hills
when half spent was the lonely prophet’s night.
Strengthen my feeble arms,
bind up my wounded feet.
Speak courage to my fearful heart
that I might find the joy of this holy night.
(based on Isaiah 35)
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