Friday, February 15, 2013


Bless the Lord, O my soul! O Lord my God, you are very great!
 You are clothed with splendor and majesty, covering yourself with light as with a garment, stretching out the heavens like a tent.
He lays the beams of his chambers on the waters; he makes the clouds his chariot;

 he rides on the wings of the wind; he makes his messengers winds, his ministers a flaming fire

He set the earth on its foundations, so that it should never be moved

Guess who is turning SIX?

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