Psalm 114 — Like Lambs
A Ballad
O sea, what ails you that you fled?
O River, why reverse?
The mountains leapt about like goats,
The hills like lambs dispersed.
We shed our chains and left the land
Where we had been strangers;
You led us through the barren wilds
And kept us from dangers.
The rock became a crystal pool,
A fountain fresh and clean
For water in the wilderness:
The desert turned to green.
The earth will tremble in Your sight,
O God Who dwells in flame,
The trees and mountains bow before
The splendour of Your Name.
O sea, what ails you that you fled?
O River, why reverse?
The mountains leapt about like goats,
The hills like lambs dispersed.
Esther learned to read when she was four years old, and began writing shortly thereafter. She is a queer Christian poet, crafting with words to create art and music.
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