Praise be to the Lord, my Rock.
who trains my hands for war,
my fingers for battle.
. . .
Deliver me and rescue me
from the hands of foreigners
whose mouths are full of lies,
whose right hands are deceitful.
Psalm 144:1; 11 (NIV)
Passionate thoughts about the world of writing and the Power of God
Praise be to the Lord, my Rock.
who trains my hands for war,
my fingers for battle.
. . .
Deliver me and rescue me
from the hands of foreigners
whose mouths are full of lies,
whose right hands are deceitful.
Psalm 144:1; 11 (NIV)
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