The Psalmists Sonata

When dense fog covers the road I'm on and these feet begin to stray.
I remember your word and it soothes so well,
It guides and shows the way.

But those hazy mists still cloud the view,
Making the false seem like the truth.
The Psalmists songs expose their lie,
Bringing into focus and clarifies,

The Psalms elevate and comfort,
They endure to my inner being,
Illuminating as if by a torch's light,

I crave your word each time it's heard,
And you know this is my desire.
When I hear it read my soul get's fed,
Your word sets my heart on fire.

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