Where springs well up and overflow,
we found great love.
Where trees bend low,
gracefully a river slides bend to bend,
we walked hand in hand.
Kneeling on stones,
we prayed as one,
the sea piled up and parted,
obeying a silent wind.
Sometimes a pillar of fire.
Sometimes a dark cloud.
We fed on manna in the morning.
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