A Praise to the God of my Life. A Mitcham of Ellijah. Who denies the sun its length of day and throws stars into beyond? You O LORD. Maker of heavens and Earth. You oh God, are real, exuberant in life, and full of endless days. When we are cast down, you bring joy out …
How shall I liken the children of this generation? It is like a woman who is about to be boiled, but even so; she wants the water tepid so that when she enters in, it’s comfortable. This is how I shall liken the children of this generation.