People have always treated me like I was lower then them or like I was a mere piece of dirt that they could kick around.
I learned that I do not care about their wicked word or their foolish decitions.
Read this as I have read it too:
Psalm 3
3:1 Lord, how numerous are my enemies!
Many attack me.
3:2 Many say about me,
“God will not deliver him."
3:3 But you, Lord, are a shield that protects me;
you are my glory and the one who restores me.
3:4 To the Lord I cried out,
and he answered me from his holy hill.
3:5 I rested and slept;
I awoke, for the Lord protects me.
3:6 I am not afraid of the multitude of people
who attack me from all directions.
3:7 Rise up, Lord!
Deliver me, my God!
Yes, you will strike all my enemies on the jaw;
you will break the teeth of the wicked.
3:8 The Lord delivers;
you show favor to your people.
 vsrkuahrkjvgrekjvher · Fri Jul 13, 2007 @ 06:30pm · 2 Comments |
