Manna
My life and soul were parched.
In a proverbial land of hunger and thirst, despair seemed inevitable.
I cried to you like many times before.
You, Lord are faithful.
Like Moses striking the rock my thirst was quenched.
Like Manna from heaven my hunger was satisfied.
You are faithful from generation to generation.
Blessed be your name.
Amen
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