The Invisible Box
Standing on the edge of my principles. Reaching my arm, fingers outstretched, toes barely inside the line. Reaching, reaching, reaching. Do I dare touch the unclean thing? Is it wrong to be human?
Psalm 133
A song of ascents. Of David.
1 How good and pleasant it is
when brothers live together in unity!
2 It is like precious oil poured on the head,
running down on the beard,
running down on Aaron's beard,
down upon the collar of his robes.
3 It is as if the dew of Hermon
were falling on Mount Zion.
For there the LORD bestows his blessing,
even life forevermore.
Modern Translation
Why can't we all just get along??!!
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