There is a place I go
Without walking
Where old men and
Young children sing
Solemn songs at the end of sacred day.
Singing of how God alone is perfect
Among all people and possessions.
I hear them now.
And with the tune dancing in my head
And tears playing at my eyes
I thank God for the gift of memory.
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Photo from Architectural Photography
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טובתי בל עליך...שויתי ה׳ לנגדי תמיד. (תהילים טז:ב, ח)
I have no good besides you. I place God before me, always. (Psalms 16:2, 8)