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Melinda's Psalm #1

I will praise You my Lord,
Though the flood rises above my chest
And the waves encompass my zeal.
I will praise You and keep Your name upon my lips
Until my rescue land becomes my visible shield.
My praise shall chase away my tears
And fill my soul with diligent desire.
I will praise You my God,
Even when the deep waters seem my constant home.
You are my God
Your salvation, my steady hand.
Somehow, Lord, my Lord, You keep me afloat.
I will not be overtaken.
I will not be encompassed.
I will not be defeated.
I will praise.

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