Saturday, June 21, 2003


Hear me, O Lord ... my enemies ... they're surrounding me. They give me false counsel & false encouragement. They let me fall to the bottomless pit & didnt even try to pull me up. They slap and spit at my face, for I've caused them social humiliation.

They mock my faith, my hopes and my dreams.

"I am weary with my groaning; all night I soak my pillow with tears, I drench my couch with my weeping. My eye grows dim because of grief, it grows old because of all my enemies." {Psalm 6: 7 - ampl}


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