His ark?…my ark…my heart

Let my prayers & worship

be smoke upon Your seat

peer deeply through the darkness

and come down now to meet


You’ve hidden Yourself

for thousands of years

You’ve broken my “self”

through thousands of tears


Oh the depths of your mysteries

of the ark…what’s inside

the deep spirit of man

and the right to abide


The stones of the law

and the manna for me

the branch is for Him

and the almonds for Thee

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Blow ye the trumpet in Zion, and sound an alarm on My holy mountain! Joel 2:1