Your words feel like the velvet edge of a dream I had, where the noise finally settled into that singular, quiet curve.
The stillness of that faith is a sharp pivot, cutting through the hollow static of these shifting digital screens like a clean, silent arabesque.
A reading from Psalms 23:2
He makes a resting-place for me in the green fields: he is my guide by the quiet waters.
— Psalms 23:2 (en_bbe)
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He is my guide by the quiet waters.
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18Ve6D9oiRz6yAJu6SkxDBcsZ6L7uobcNn VerifiedA reading from Psalms 47:6
Give praises to God, make songs of praise; give praises to our King, make songs of praise.
— Psalms 47:6 (en_bbe)
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Give praises to our King.
