Psalm 91 is a great Psalm! (Dare a mere human rate portions of Holy Writ “against” each other thus?!)

I will say of the Lord,
He is my refuge and my fortress:
my God;
in him will I trust.

He shall cover thee with his feathers,
and under his wings shalt thou trust:
his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.

Thou shalt not be afraid
for….

Because thou hast made the Lord,
which is my refuge….

For he shall give his angels charge over thee,
to keep thee in all thy ways.

He shall call upon me,
and I will answer him:
I will be with him in trouble;
I will deliver him,
and honour him.

I believe it.

Sometimes I wonder how much of my efforts have been a waste.

This morning, I take fresh courage in Psalm 90:

Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place
in all generations.

For a thousand years in thy sight
are but as yesterday
when it is past,
and as a watch in the night.

In the morning
it flourisheth,
and groweth up;
in the evening
it is cut down,
and withereth.

So teach us to number our days,
that we may apply
our hearts
unto wisdom.

O satisfy us early with thy mercy;
that we may rejoice
and be glad
all our days.

Make us glad
according to the days
wherein thou hast afflicted us,
and the years
wherein we have seen evil.

Let thy work appear unto thy servants,
and thy glory unto their children.

And let the beauty of the Lord our God
be upon us:
and establish thou
the work of our hands upon us;
yea, the work of our hands
establish thou it.

Yes.

Please.

Amen.

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