Birds singing in the sycamore tree, dream a little dream of me

Thursday, December 04, 2003

 
A prayer for Dayalan Vignarajah

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me: thy rod and they staff they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou annointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

Should we ask why, or feel sorry for the pain you must have been going through?