Monday, March 2, 2009


My soul faints with longing for your salvation,
but I have put my hope in your word.

My eyes fail, looking for your promise;
I say, "When will you comfort me?"

Though I am like a wineskin in the smoke,
I do not forget your decrees.

Preserve my life according to your love,
and I will obey the statutes of your mouth.

Ps 119:81-83,88

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