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PETRA

Red rocks
Climb and walk a lot
The wind howling thru

Edom barren
Swept by God’s hand
We saw the desert too

A place of natural beauty
Rugged and clean
Massive and at times mean

Everywhere were tombs
All is carved from rocks
They sit quietly alone

Now we saw
The truth from God
His Word is without flaw

Clay Corvin 01/09/04