i wrote this once upon a time when i was feeling down. writing is therapeutic not only because i get to see my thoughts on paper, but because i am always reminded on certain special words, and i like to write those special words with special powers on paper. i'm not telling you when i felt this way or what happened that made me feel this way. but i hope that you'll get a glimpse of Paperman's superpower and be uplifted like i was when you are not okay!
"O Lord, my LORD, my God! i lift up my eyes to the skies & Bogor mountains & the horizons. Where does my help come from? My help comes from the Maker of the heavens and the earth.
"O Lord, my LORD, my God! i lift up my eyes to the skies & Bogor mountains & the horizons. Where does my help come from? My help comes from the Maker of the heavens and the earth.
Psalm 121
A song of Ascents
A song of Ascents
I lift up my eyes to the hills-
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip-
he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.
The LORD watches over you-
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
The sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
The LORD will keep you from all harm-
he will watch over your life;
The LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip-
he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.
The LORD watches over you-
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
The sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
The LORD will keep you from all harm-
he will watch over your life;
The LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.
THANK YOU LORD. Hugz. For Your comfort and assurance when my heart is aching. Your Word is a lamp unto my feet in bleak and dark lies that i hear in regular spasms. Your Word is a balm to my soul, to my heart that is very sore. Your Word is my sword of truth- to uncover subtle lies, not to fight them whose mouths are cursed; but to rebuke, to teach, to encourage, to love, to make light. Your Word is my stronghold, an evidence of Your promises to me- and You cannot steal them away from me- You cannot go back on Your words, and You must not, my LORD. for it is my inheritance. O Lord, You are God and i am man. who am i to demand what You can or cannot do? Your Word is delightful music and dance that uplifts and ascends.
Hugs. Love."
Hugs. Love."
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