Shachah I bow down prostrate on the ground.
Crying out loud, dirt in mouth, I’m finished, found out. Barak In reverence I submit, I bend. Oh my soul and all within, Bless, adore, bow to Him. Todah I yield thanks, lift up open hands Singing with harmonious bands Obeying His commands. Zamar Music wields like sword, life water, Strum and sing at the altar, Melodic praise I offer. Halal In foolishness I dance for You, Risk all for one reckless view Of Jehovah, hallelu! -- Olivia Oster is a writer living on Lookout Mountain, Georgia, whose fiction and poetry explore the spiritual aspect of common everyday life as well as the elements of life with which she is most familiar: chronic pain, parenting, writing, the Bible and homemaking. Olivia’s poetry has been accepted in As Surely as the Sun, Spirit Fire Review and others. She has also published A New Grammary, a book of grammar formulas, and a poetry chapbook called Poetic Faith. Olivia is a teacher, wife, mother of five and student of the Word.
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