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Wilderness


Make my wilderness like Eden
Hide me in the sand parched land.
Make my wasteplaces a miracle
as mannah comes from Your hand.
Lead me by the oasis
that is temporally seen.
As I reach the illusion
and then remind myself You are all that I need.
Make my wilderness like Eden.
Allure me off to places I have yet to see.
Make my wasteplaces a luxary,
while on my Lover I lean.

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