MY  SOUL  IS  NOURISHED   

 

 

 


From the place where the evilest of demons dwell,

I brushed the dust off my feet after

Stepping from Hell.

 

And stones cast down from the wall

Like Jesus described,

Did cave the earth near the place

Where these demons thrived.

 

 But Jesus is born,

Angelic trumpets proclaim,

And the first to hear the news,

A few shepherds became.

 

These events were not

As far apart as may be thought,

For today a short trip on a bus,

Together they were brought.

 

This is my story, this is my song,

My soul is nourished

By an Angelic throng.

 

Find rest with your soul

In the yoke of Jesus,

For His burden is light

And the strain

He releases.

                                                                                         Selah   

My Soul Is Nourished by Ronhales                                                                                                                             Psalm 146:8

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