A song calebrating the king's marrige
For the choir director; according to the Shoshannim.
A Maskil of the sons of Korah. A sonf of Love.
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My hart overflows with a good theame.
I adress my verses to the King.
My tungue is a pen of a ready writer.
You are fairer then the sons of men;
Grace is poured upon you lips;
Tarefore God has blessed you forever.
This was Grace,
please read tomarrows post.
(Witch is not made yet but will be tomarrow)
Grace
Saturday, September 1, 2007
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I love Psalms too!
~Elizabeth
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