When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him? Ps.8:3-4
Sometimes the only worship
I can whisper
Is, 'God be merciful
To me, a sinner’
© Janet Martin
"But the tax collector, standing some distance away,
was even unwilling to lift up his eyes to heaven, but was beating his
breast, saying, 'God, be merciful to me, the sinner!' Luke 18:13
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