Surely Every Man Stands as a Few Handbreadths

Prayer for wisdom and forgiveness to the choir master, to jeddithun. A psalm of David: i will guard my ways that i may not sin with my tongue. So long as the wicked are in my presence,. I was mute and silent. My distress grew worse. As i mused, the fire burned. And now, lord, for what do i wait? My hope is in you. Deliver me from all my transgressions. Make me not the scorn of the fool. For i am your passing guest, a sojourner. Like all my fathers. Look away from me that i may know gladness before i depart and be no more.