At Least My Kitty Still Loves Me
I am not Perfect, Sister, but I am yours. I'm not what I should be, but I do claim your love and your grace. I stand amazed that you would have such mercy upon me to forgive me time and time again. Thank you for the immeasurable depth of your grace.
Some things are not to be taken too literaly. For then you have surely missed the point.
I said "I will guard my ways,
Lest I sin with my tongue;
I will restrain my mouth with a muzzle,
While the wicked are before me."
I was mute with silence,
I held my peace even from good;
And my sorrow was stirred up.
My heart was hot within me;
While I was musing the fire burned.
Then I spoke with my tongue:
"Your Grace, Make me to know my end,
And what is the measure of my days,
That I may know how frail I am.
Indeed, You have made my days as handbreadths,
My Age is as nothing before you;
Certainly every man at his best state is but vapor,
Surely every man walks about like a shadow;
Surely they bury themselves in vain;
He heaps up riches,
And does not know who will gather them.
And now, what do I wait for?
My hope is in you.
Deliver me from all my transgressions;
Do not make me the reproach of the foolish.
I was mute, I did not open my mouth,
Because it was you who did it.
Remove your plague from me;
I am consumed by the blow of your hand.
When with rebukes you correct man for iniquity
You make his beauty melt away like a moth;
Surely every man is vapor.
Hear my prayer,
And give ear to my cry;
Do not be silent at my tears;
For I am a stranger with you,
A sojourner, as all my fathers were.
Remove your gaze from me, that I may regain strength,
Before I am no more."
Some things are not to be taken too literaly. For then you have surely missed the point.
I said "I will guard my ways,
Lest I sin with my tongue;
I will restrain my mouth with a muzzle,
While the wicked are before me."
I was mute with silence,
I held my peace even from good;
And my sorrow was stirred up.
My heart was hot within me;
While I was musing the fire burned.
Then I spoke with my tongue:
"Your Grace, Make me to know my end,
And what is the measure of my days,
That I may know how frail I am.
Indeed, You have made my days as handbreadths,
My Age is as nothing before you;
Certainly every man at his best state is but vapor,
Surely every man walks about like a shadow;
Surely they bury themselves in vain;
He heaps up riches,
And does not know who will gather them.
And now, what do I wait for?
My hope is in you.
Deliver me from all my transgressions;
Do not make me the reproach of the foolish.
I was mute, I did not open my mouth,
Because it was you who did it.
Remove your plague from me;
I am consumed by the blow of your hand.
When with rebukes you correct man for iniquity
You make his beauty melt away like a moth;
Surely every man is vapor.
Hear my prayer,
And give ear to my cry;
Do not be silent at my tears;
For I am a stranger with you,
A sojourner, as all my fathers were.
Remove your gaze from me, that I may regain strength,
Before I am no more."