Psalm 144

Psalm 144

If I feel planted
    when so many are denied rooting,
am I a Hebrew,
    disenfranchised in the desert night
or Egyptian born?
    Am I hiding in caves or hunting?
A Galilean,
    or am I slaughtering innocents?

God, rally the time
    when neither will be true of any!

Psalm 144

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