When persecution arises, who will be there?
No one.
Who will come to my defense?
No one.
No one but you my G-d.
There's not one ounce of strength left within me,
yet I am still standing by your grace and mercy.
My L-rd, come to my aid.
Rid me of my trial and turn my mourning into joy.
Comfort me, oh G-d, 'tis another day of need --
needing you -- needing your saving grace and perfecting love.
My soul cries out -- L-rd, my G-d, take over.
Bring glory to your name
so that all the world would know you are G-d.
And I will sing your praises among those who hate you.
Though they shoot arrows, a melody will arise from my heart
to your throne -- one that speaks of your goodness to me.
How you saved me.
How you forgave me and gave me life as a sign
of your love for the world.
Lebanese Flower. My favorite restaurant with some of my favorite people.
Entertaining the kids at church with Christmas carols.
My 1st Thanksgiving. Yes, I cooked all this.
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