23 September 2009

[weeping may remain for a night,
but rejoicing comes in the morning.]

O Lord, be my help.

[in the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. we do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express.]

[but blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord,
whose confidence is in Him.
he will be like a tree planted by the water
that sends out its roots by the stream.
it does not fear when heat comes;
its leaves are always green.
it has no worries in a year of drought
and never fails to bear fruit.]

wishing i was somewhere deep in the mountains listening to this song:


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