Sure dwelling

In the courts of the LordI am entirely safe and satisfied.

I draw deep drafts of water from the wellin the green garden of His courts.I hear my Father's voice, "Beloved child..."and I run, dancer-swift and confident.He tells me I have always been His own;no other love or pridecan fill my life. I seek His Wordbecause I am His daughter, calm and innocent.

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