A Penitent Blogger

Mindful of my imperfections, seeking to know Truth more deeply and to live Love more fully.

Quid sum miser tunc dicturus? Quem patronum rogaturus? Cum vix iustus sit securus?
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Sunday, June 20, 2004

O God, you are my God

early will I seek you:
my soul thirsts for you,
my flesh longs for you
in a dry and thirsty land where no water is;
To see your power and your glory,
so as I have seen you in the sanctuary.
Because your loving kindness is better than life,
my lips shall praise you.
Thus will I bless you while I live:
I will lift up my hands in your name.
My soul shall be satisfied as with a banquet;
and my mouth shall praise you with joyful lips:
When I remember you upon my bed,
and meditate on you in the watches of the night.
Because you have been my help,
therefore in the shadow of your wings will I rejoice.
My soul follows hard after you:
your right hand upholds me.
Psalm 63:1-8