Go Rest High Upon The Moutain
J
James McLain
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In snow soft blanket in water of my life
does wash to sea.
Nothing prepares me for the way o cup
overflowing gifts to bring
of praise.
This an angel from the deep so whispered
with her tears of flame
to me.
Outside looking into grace I sleep.
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