LORD, let me know my end, the number of my days, that I may learn how frail I am. To be sure, you establish the expanse of my days; indeed, my life is as nothing before you. Every man is but a breath. Man goes about as a mere phantom; they hurry about, although in vain; he heaps up stores without knowing for whom.
-Ps 39:4-6
— May 23, 2013 09:02PM
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