remember that night in Tijuana when we all sang, "Thy Word"? everyone, or enough of us, all sang off key trying to harmonize "Make your ways known to me, Lord," - "Show me Thy way." eager we all were around the firepit and under the stars making promises we couldn't keep once we were back in Chicago and nails in wood beams became antiquity everywhere we went temptation followed rather, we followed temptation maybe You heard sincerity in our awkward harmony. Maybe you knew everyone would figure it out. If only we'd keep singing.
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Okay, this is too funny: I am taking John to see Amy Grant next month because we haven't seen her in concert since he worked at Word, back in the day, and we went to All the Concerts. And because of that, I put "Thy Word" on my list to sing on Sunday.
I will now have your acrostic psalm in mind.