Monday, June 13, 2016

Psalm 88

My eye grows dim through sorrow.
 Every day I call on you, O LORD;
 I spread out my hands to you.
 Is your steadfast love declared in the grave,
 Are your wonders known in the darkness?
 But I, O LORD, cry out to you;
 in the morning my prayer comes before you.
- Excerpts from Psalm 88, a Psalm of Lament. 

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