Thirty-eight years bound by waters still,
Where hope ebbed slow, and silence spilled.
The pool whispered promises, yet held me tight,
'Til the voice of mercy called through the night.
Three weeks of thirst, my spirit refined,
Each hunger a hymn, a spark divine.
The weight of waiting falls like chains undone,
For now begins the journey the Father’s called upon.
No tempter’s word shall make me stray,
The wilderness bows to the break of day.
Like Jesus stood, steadfast and free,
This is my Jubilee—my eternity.
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