Someone once suggested: Write a psalm of your own.
|The Psalm of ruwth:
In the darkest of my nights, You were the brightest light.
In the stormiest battles, You set my enemies to flight.
You cleansed me . . .
You pruned me . . .
You guided me . . .
You held me . . .
And today . . . You cleanse and prune and guide and hold my heart in Your hands.
You are everything I need . . . and more than I deserve.
You are everything we need . . . and more than we deserve.
You transform us from the many and
You give us everything . . . and we are grateful . . . and even our gratitude . . .
Comes from above . . .
Comes from Your love.