I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.
Let not the waterflood overflow me, neither let the deep swallow me up, and let not the pit shut up her mouth upon me.
Thou which has shown me great and sore troubles, shall quicken me again, and shall bring me up again from the depths of the earth.
In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.
I will declare the decree: the Lord has said unto me, You are my Son;
this day have I begotten thee.
Now know I that the Lord saves his anointed; he will hear him from his holy heaven with the saving strength of his right hand.
I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.
Lord God, within your very will, your very desire, your very Spirit, lift me, that I may go forward, that I may fulfill what you wish to be fulfilled –
in certitude, in fortitude, in truth.
Posted by WindHarps 
Awakenings 
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