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My Upper Room · Friday · 2 min

UNEXPECTED HELP

https://rss.com/podcasts/myupperroom/?via=ILYFAva-Charlotte Story by Analia Rearte, Buenos Aires, Argentina Music "Concentration" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 Licensehttp://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Psalm 142:1-7 142 I cried unto the Lord with my voice; with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication. 2 I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble. 3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me. 4 I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul. 5 I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living. 6 Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I. 7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me. Read full chapter For prints, posters and more visit: https://fineartamerica.com/profiles/noel-hoines and https://noel-hoines.pixels.com/ Thank you!

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https://rss.com/podcasts/myupperroom/?via=ILYFAva-Charlotte

Story by Analia Rearte, Buenos Aires, Argentina

Music "Concentration" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 Licensehttp://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

Psalm 142:1-7

142 I cried unto the Lord with my voice; with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication.

2 I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.

4 I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.

5 I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.

6 Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.

Read full chapter

For prints, posters and more visit:

https://fineartamerica.com/profiles/noel-hoines

and

https://noel-hoines.pixels.com/

Thank you!

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