Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Psalm 133
When we are at peace with those around us--
neither defending nor encroaching,
but together without stress,
What a blessing!
What a luxury!
When I wash the day's dust
from my hands and face and smooth on lotion,
I am content, at ease, free.
The blessings of peace form softly all around me,
like the dew that condenses on the desert plants
in the morning.
God's gift.
neither defending nor encroaching,
but together without stress,
What a blessing!
What a luxury!
When I wash the day's dust
from my hands and face and smooth on lotion,
I am content, at ease, free.
The blessings of peace form softly all around me,
like the dew that condenses on the desert plants
in the morning.
God's gift.
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