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## 68:5
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> The Widow's God
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>> A father of the fatherless, and a judge of the widows, is God in his holy habitation.
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Occasion: Loss of a spouse
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Lord, the bed still has two sides.
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I sleep on my half,
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though there's no one now to wake on the other.
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I keep almost saying ``we.''
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I catch myself mid-sentence,
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correcting to ``I,''
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and something in me breaks a little every time.
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You are a father to the fatherless,
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a judge for the widow.
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I never thought I'd need that name for You.
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I need it now.
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Teach me how to be one person
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after so long being two.
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Not replaced.
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Not whole in the old way.
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Just held.
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I still set two cups down some mornings.
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Don't let that shame me.
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Just let it be love
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still finding somewhere to go.
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You never forsake the widow, Lord.
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Don't forsake me now.
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Amen. |