Sing, Shout, be Joyful!
Play music, blow horns
At the new moon, the full moon, the holy days, the Sabbath.
Let this rejoicing be your practice.
Hear the still, small voice—
You called on me in trouble and I helped you.
Keep listening!
Open your heart and it will fill up.
My longing is for you, as yours is for me.
I want to whisper in your ear
And satisfy your hunger
with honey from the rock.
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