I’ve heard it in the Chillest Land - And on the Strangest Sea/ Yet - never - in extremity, It asked a crumb - of me
Lamentations 3:19-24
The thought of my suffering and homelessness
is bitter beyond words.
I will never forget this awful time,
as I grieve over my loss.
Yet I still dare to hope
when I remember this:
The faithful love of the LORD never ends!
His mercies never cease.
Great is his faithfulness;
his mercies begin afresh each morning.
I say to myself,
“The LORD is my inheritance;
therefore, I will hope in him!”
from Psalm 62:
Let all that I am wait quietly before God,
for my hope is in him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation,
my fortress where I will not be shaken.
My victory and honor come from God alone.
He is my refuge, a rock where no enemy can reach me.
O my people, trust in him at all times.
Pour out your heart to him,
for God is our refuge.
“To live without Hope is to cease to live." - Fyodor Dostoevsky


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