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The Zeal of Thine House Has Eaten Me Up
Think about the other psalms we studied last week. Think of jesus saying, save me, o god, for the ters are come into my soul. I sink in deep mire where there is no standing. No wonder he fell on his face in gethsemane. Under that nite load. He looked for some to take pity, but there was none. Could you not watch with me one hour and for comforters? But i found none compared to the comforter he would send to his apostles,. Even though he needed more comfort than they did. Gave me also gall for my meat. Mine eyes fail while i wait for my salvation