In the quiet, restful peace of this evening, I want to hear eternal words. I type them as a balm. I type them as an offering.
Psalm 100
Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands.
Serve the Lord with gladness:
Come before His presence with singing.
Know ye that the Lord, he is God:
It is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves;
We are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.
Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise:
Be thankful unto him, and bless his name.
For the Lord is good;
His mercy is everlasting;
And his truth endureth to all generations.
1 comment:
Beautiful Psalm. Beautiful words from yourself.
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