Psalm 11

11 In the Lord put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.

3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

4 The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord's throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

5 The Lord trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

7 For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.

>>10391218

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>>10391351

Thank you so much for that, I am deeply moved by your words. It truly is such an amazing and wonderful time, so beautiful.

>>10391427

As we shall, so much to do, we are all here for a reason, such a profound and wonderful reason. The possibilities are endless and so beautiful, it is such an honor to be here with you friend as we navigate these tumultuous waters to the tranquil seas of peace and truth.

My God protect you and yours.