Poem: The Psalmist

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When death comes

And I know it would come upon you,

May celebrations fill my heart

May my eyes be unshaken to shed no tear

May your flesh be cremated

So I leave it as dirt on the street

May the life you wish not I live

Be the one thing you wish to have

And may the mercy you never gave me

Come upon me like the dew of Hermon

May the lord God show his face to me

For the sake of his name

And make my thorns like the suit I pulled off



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