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Sunday, May 7

come here... ....closer

there is this sinking feeling and it won't go away and it won't go away and it won't go away... why am i the only one who feels this? why do you sing hallelujah if it means nothing to ya? why? WHY?? there is not enough time...

Posted by princesscarol at 10:36 PM

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"Come, see a man who told me everything I ever did."
Praise to the Lord,
Who over all things so wondrously reigneth,
Shelters thee under His wings, yea,
So gently sustaineth!
Hast thou not seen
How thy desires ever have been
Granted in what He ordaineth?

Praise to the Lord,
Who hath fearfully, wonderously, made thee;
Health hath vouchsafed and,
when heedlessly failing, hath stayed thee.
What need or grief ever
hath failed of relief?
Wings of His mercy did shade thee.

Praise to the Lord,
Who doth prosper thy work and defend thee;
Surely His goodness and mercy
here daily attend thee.
Ponder anew
what the Almighty can do,
If with His love He befriend thee.