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Monday, April 3, 2017

In my depths I was drawn to the Psalms. I never knew exactly why. Now I do. He heard my cry.

Psalm 40:1-3

I waited patiently for the Lord;
he inclined to me and heard my cry.

He drew me up from the pit of destruction,
out of the miry bog,
and set my feet upon a rock,
making my steps secure.

He put a new song in my mouth,
a song of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear,
and put their trust in the Lord.