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  • "Give ear to my voice, oh Lord,
    Consider my meditation.
    Hearken unto the words of my prayer,
    my King and my God.
    For unto thee do I cry,
    my voice wilt thou hear in the morning.
    Oh, Lord, in the morning,
    will I direct my prayer
    unto thee and will look up."

    For those of you with sound, I apologize for inflicting my voice on your ears.

    Now as to the Psalm, I know I usually interpret from the King James, but that seems a little unnecessary. These are verses 1-3 of the Psalm, and while the rest of the verses (four through twelve) go on to speak about God's hatred of the wicked and his love of the good, they tend to drone on, as if David wasn't quite sure if the three verses above would be enough. Fellow writers and poets will understand exactly what I mean by that. Sort of a forest for the trees thing, if you follow.

    If you attend most protestant services, you are bound to run into this song (psalm). Usually when the minister or deacon or elder has given the greeting, read the morning announcements, and asked if there are any prayer requests, the next sentence spoken is "Let us prepare our hearts for worship."

    If you think about the words to this psalm, it does just that.

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