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Psalm 1
For the Lord
Yields
Wicked delight
Blessed is the one
like chaff
that the wind blows away
like a tree
whose leaf does
wither— wither— wither— wither— wither— wither—
Therefore
the wicked
sinners take righteous
delight
in the law of the Lord,
and
and
whatever they do prospers.
Not so the
fruit in season
...Thursday 8th October 2015 11:51 pm
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