Song 1.12 |Spikenard

While the king listens to my prayers, he
Sitteth at his table of delights.
My spikenard rises, and 
Sendeth forth the incense of my soul.
The smell thereof beckons.

Published by David B. Smith

Author, podcaster, pastor, and Big Pappa to my grandchildren.

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