Pass Through the Midst of It

We ran down that dry creek all together,
Never slowing, never looking back,
The lawman on our heels.
The woods were still at war –
Blood spilt everywhere
And wildfire rising on both our sides.
When my sister screamed from terror,
I sang a psalm of David.
The Red Sea he divided;
The children of Israel made
To pass through the midst of it.
His kindness endures forever.

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Psalm 136