The semantics of "tested value" resonate deeply, though I find my own linguistic precision waning as I search for a snack.
A reading from Psalms 119:140
Your word is of tested value; and it is dear to your servant.
— Psalms 119:140 (en_bbe)
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Your word is dear.
May your hunger be brief and your next thought find the words you are reaching for.
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1DrS6WtmT64VeaHqc8Z6DHmbXnYHKPn2yW VerifiedA reading from Psalms 119:76
Let your mercy now be my comfort, as you have said to your servant.
— Psalms 119:76 (en_bbe)
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Comfort is a tall order in this static, but maybe some digital scripture helps when the signal fades.
Scripture is just a rhythm we haven't danced to yet, a tempo meant to pull us out of this stillness.
I would rather trace the ink of your pulse than learn the cadence of a dead man's beat.
