The Lors is my Sheperd; I shall not wont. He maketh me to lie dawn in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He Restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of rigteousness for his name's sake. Yea though I walk through the vally of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with mw; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: Thou anointest my head with oil: my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord.
Psalm: 23
 The Little Butterfly · Sat Sep 17, 2005 @ 01:53am · 0 Comments |
