Psalm 77: LXVII Voce mea ad Dominum As heaven’s mercy falls like gentle rain, I lift my face and let it wash me clean. In all my times of trouble, darkness, pain, I cry to him. I come to him and lean Again into the comfort of his grace And I remember all that he has been To me in all my years of life. I trace Once more the story of his steadfast love: He sought me even when I turned my face Away from him, descended from above And found me in my hiding place. His might Broke up my clouds of darkness, and he strove Against the waves of chaos, in the night Of my affliction, when he rescued me And
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