PRAISE THE Master! For it is good to sing praises to our Great I AM, for He is gracious and lovely; praise is becoming and appropriate.
The Master is building up Jerusalem; He is gathering together the exiles of Israel.
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds [curing their pains and their sorrows.
He determines and counts the number of the stars; He calls them all by their names.
Great is our Master and of great power; His understanding is inexhaustible and boundless.
The Master lifts up the humble and downtrodden; He casts the wicked down to the ground.
Sing to the Master with thanksgiving; sing praises with the harp or the lyre to our Great I AM !
Who covers the heavens with clouds,
Who prepares rain for the earth,
Who makes grass to grow on the mountains.
He gives to the beast his food, and to the young ravens that for which they cry.
He delights not in the strength of the horse, nor does He take pleasure in the legs of a man.
The Master takes pleasure in those who reverently and worshipfully fear Him, in those who hope in His mercy and loving-kindness. Psalms 147:1-11.
On to bed …
Wednesday, May 22, 2019 at 9:23 pm.
To bed. Much tired. On and off. Up and down until now. I’m up, but? Not sure if I should stay up. I’m not feeling good.
What To Do, My Master? My Times Are In Your Hands …
Thursday, May 23, 2019 at 4:36 am
Yes, my times are in Your hands but the heat makes me forget even my own name. You know that. Despite my feelings? You are watching, keeping me steady. It’s 6:05 am. Brake time.
Well? What To Do? The Graphic To Illustrate My Journey In Your Presence…
Thursday, May 23, 2019 at 7:38 am
It’s finished! Now to post. You are ordering my whole life. The best part? Daily, You are revealing Your doings to me, and?
I Find Myself At The Onset Of 80th Birthday? Looking Forward To Life Not Death …
What a marvel that is to me if not to anyone else. For my times are in His hands now and for eternity. All set to post and wait, expectantly, for whatever my Master has in store for the rest of my day.
Much love, thiaBasilia. 🙂