Friday, November 2, 2018

Psalm 119:49-56: Zayin

Remember your word to your servant, for you have given me hope.
My comfort in my suffering is this: Your promise preserves my life.
The arrogant mock me unmercifully, but I do not turn from your law.
I remember, Lord, your ancient laws, and I find comfort in them.
Indignation grips me because of the wicked, who have forsaken your law.
Your decrees are the theme of my song wherever I lodge.
In the night, Lord, I remember your name, that I may keep your law.
This has been my practice: I obey your precepts.

Dear Father, many times this world brings me sorrow, with the wickedness I see around me, and the hurt people give me. Thank you for the comfort and joy from clinging to and obeying your word.

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