Sitting in my tabernacle,
sheltered from the truth
Grief and strife, a way of life
Morally aloof
You stood outside my tabernacle,
there you’d always been
Kind, forbearing, patient, caring
Author of the scene
Repentance came at cost to me,
but how much more to you?
A wretch like me, to finally see
The promises were true
Oh God don’t let me wave away
your purchase from above
For through your flood, and by your blood
Come righteousness and love
To make them rest together, Lord
and conquer all decay
I see how, it’s clear now
This was the only way
Words and photography by Chris George
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