Isn't this beautiful?
I love campfires. The crackle, the smoky smell, the sparks trying to reach the sky.
I was mute and silent, I refrained even from good,
And my sorrow grew worse. My heart was hot within me,
while I was musing the fire burned;Then I spoke with my tongue:
“LORD, make me to know my end
and what is the extent of my days; Let me know how transient I am.
And my sorrow grew worse. My heart was hot within me,
while I was musing the fire burned;Then I spoke with my tongue:
“LORD, make me to know my end
and what is the extent of my days; Let me know how transient I am.
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