Magnificat

My imagination is scattered,
but my heart still hungers for something good;
my soul magnifies God the great and merciful,
but mine eyes look to the Golan hills;
from where is help to come?
We are fortunate that God does not forget us,
for if we all fell out of grace, all at once,
all hell would break loose.

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