Monday, 17 October 2011

Seeing things clearly


Be for me a stronghold to which I may ever resort;


send out to save me, for you are my rock and my fortress.

 Deliver me, my God, from the hand of the wicked,

from the grasp of the evildoer and the oppressor.

(Ps 71)

Says it all really.

2 comments:

Wormwood's Doxy said...

I don't like the sound of this, DP...

Praying,
Doxy

Doorman-Priest said...

Thinking of the past not the present. The present is great. The past was a nightmare.