pitching always your tent
where i have pitched mine
beside my neighbor’s
you remain my lord
you are my peace
from above
a light from heaven
with life like an ever-flowing river
to quench my thirst
you are that glorious whole
the most holy one
my feeble feet discover rest
in your place
you are the pioneer
that stone in the corner
by being my servant
serving me in my need
henry
victor 02.02.2003
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