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I've been up for a while now after taking Lisa to the airport at 4am. At home it is hot and quiet and I am awake. Early mornings like this always seem...almost holy. The whole world is silent. Outside pensive trees, momentarily free from birds and breezes and dust and heat and all the daily things that make them just trees, pray while they can. My mind even whispers at four in the morning. And I pray, too, an adaption of a favorite psalm:
Give ear to my words, O Lord.
Consider my meditation.
Hearken unto the voice of my cry,
My King and my God,
For unto thee will I pray.
My voice shalt thou hear in the morning.
O Lord, in the morning will I direct my prayer
Unto thee, and will look up.
Give ear to my words, O Lord.
Consider my meditation.
Hearken unto the voice of my cry,
My King and my God,
For unto thee will I pray.
My voice shalt thou hear in the morning.
O Lord, in the morning will I direct my prayer
Unto thee, and will look up.