George is coming home today. I know how glad he will be to get to see the hills of home.
Psalm 121:1-8 (New International Version)
New International Version (NIV)
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Psalm 121
A song of ascents.
1 I lift up my eyes to the hills—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The LORD watches over you—
the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
7 The LORD will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.
1 comment:
It is nice to come from the hills and not some empty plain of grass. Hills have trees and rocks and moss and grass and character. I am proud to be from the Hills. The birds are more beautiful in the hills. The fish are fresher. The water tastes better. The air is cleaner.
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