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Out of the wilderness

Peter Goulding

Tuesday, October 13th, 2009

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Oh Lord, if you’re listening,
Look down with good grace.
The teardrops are glistening
Upon my sad face.
Our enemies may chide us
For dreams built on sand
But Lord, won’t you guide us
To more fruitful land?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 My ribcage is bony,
I’ve gotten so thin.
The pathway is stony
And punctures my skin.
There’s nothing to feed us,
My blood runs so hot,
So Lord, won’t you lead us
From this desolate spot?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 No water sustains us,
The stomach ache pains us,
The burning sun drains us
Throughout the long day.
In our minds, we are hearing
The promised land cheering
But oh, is it nearing
Or fading away?

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 We’re punished enough, Lord,
Can’t take any more.
Our feet were once tough, Lord,
But now they’re just sore.
Oh do not forsake us,
Look down on our plight,
Oh Lord, won’t you take us
Back into the light?

© Peter Goulding 13th October 2009

Notes

Another draw on Friday means we’re now 2 points behind UCD, with 5 games to play, although we have a game in hand. Feeling it slip away again. Not sure if I can face another season of this godforsaken awful First Division (though I will)

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