"As for man, his days are like grass, he flourishes like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more. But....."
"Dear Father, lover of righteousness and purity, Give us determination to keep your command not to associate with the immoral - not at all meaning the..."
"I lift my hands to you in prayer. I thirst for you as parched land thirsts for rain. Come quickly, Lord, and answer me, for my depression deepens...."
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