I lift up my eyes to the hills and ask, “From where does my help come?”
My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.
Psalm 121:1-2
The President cannot say “Who!”
As Pastor I cannot say “Why!”
In my helplessness, I turn to you O’ Lord.
You who have been our help in ages past,
let us find our peace in You.
I do not know what to say to the injured.
I do not know what to say to the grieving.
In my speechlessness, I turn to you O’ Lord.
As we walk through the valley of shadows,
let us see You at our side.
Amen, thank you Rus.
We shall find Him there in our tears!
I ask Jesus for comfort to all. But the be gone to satan. Matthew 4:7-11