The Path To Eternity Hear my crying, O God. Hear my prayer. Father, although my hair is now streaked with white, I am still your child. Stoop down from your vastness, lower yourself to my humble state, and listen to my whisper. From the ends of the Earth will I call on you when my heart is in heaviness. I cannot, will not stop calling out to you for what lays on my heart threatens to crush me. O set me up upon the rock that is...
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My Own Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. Blessed silence. Blessed solitude. That wraps around her like an old family heirloom quilt. Something that matters. Something that is real. The separateness is real, too. As real as the sun. But his delight is in the law of the Lord, and in his law doth he meditate day and night. Moon...
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