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Qumran With Me

The crystal clear water lay there gazing up at me,

Its many wet drops moving with the gentle current.

It makes me think of the time I rushed out of the caves of greed,

A wave of brisk thoughts filled my mind,

Qumran with me, Qumran with me.

 

Through the deep heather I tread, the night sky revealing its golden nightlight

As I move ahead through the thick brush and covered path.

I remember when I wanted you, I needed you,

I needed you, I needed you,

Qumran with me, Qumran with me.

 

I wanted you and I didn't care,

I knew I couldn't have you but I didn't care.

My mind rushed back and forth, imagining the things of this world I could have with you,

But instead of you, another treasure was my prize, which I really could care less.

Where are you now?

Qumran with me, Qumran with me.

 

I told myself it wasn't fair,

I asked myself why this would happen but you didn't care,

I planned and plotted but you were still there.

The treasure I sought disappointed me,

Qumran with me, Qumran with me.

 

Then one day my mind raced around in a sea of torment, leaving me to find you.

I looked in every place, until I found your leather binding buried in a layer of dust

Just like my mind had been buried for years.

I thank Him who gave me my treasure now because He says

Qumran with Me, Qumran with Me.

 

 

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