Psalms, Chapter 49

(1) Hear this, all ye people; give ear, all ye inhabitants of the world: (2) Both low and high, rich and poor, together. (3) My mouth shall speak of wisdom; and the meditation of my heart shall be of understanding. (4) I will incline mine ear to a parable: I will open my dark saying upon the harp. (5) Wherefore should I fear in the days of evil, when the iniquity of my heels shall compass me about? (6) They that trust in their wealth, and boast themselves in the multitude of their riches; (7) None of them can by any means redeem his brother, nor give to God a ransom for him: (8) (For the redemption of their soul is precious, and it ceaseth for ever:) (9) That he should still live for ever, and not see corruption. (10) For he seeth that wise men die, likewise the fool and the brutish person perish, and leave their wealth to others. (11) Their inward thought is, that their houses shall continue for ever, and their dwelling places to all generations; they call their lands after their own names. (12) Nevertheless man being in honour abideth not: he is like the beasts that perish. (13) This their way is their folly: yet their posterity approve their sayings. Selah. (14) Like sheep they are laid in the grave; death shall feed on them; and the upright shall have dominion over them in the morning; and their beauty shall consume in the grave from their dwelling. (15) But God will redeem my soul from the power of the grave: for he shall receive me. Selah. (16) Be not thou afraid when one is made rich, when the glory of his house is increased; (17) For when he dieth he shall carry nothing away: his glory shall not descend after him. (18) Though while he lived he blessed his soul: and men will praise thee, when thou doest well to thyself. (19) He shall go to the generation of his fathers; they shall never see light. (20) Man that is in honour, and understandeth not, is like the beasts that perish.

A Random Prayer...

You are Christ

You are Christ, my Holy Father, my Tender God, my Great King, my Good Shepherd, my Only Master, my Best Helper, my Most Beautiful and my Beloved, my Living Bread, my Priest Forever, my Leader to my Country, my True Light, my Holy Sweetness, my Straight Way, my Excellent Wisdom, my Pure Simplicity, my Peaceful Harmony, my Entire Protection, my Good Portion, my Everlasting Salvation. Christ Jesus, Sweet Lord, why have I ever loved, why in my whole life have I ever desired anything except You, Jesus my God? Where was I when I was not in spirit with You? Now, from this time forth, do you, all my desires, grow hot, and flow out upon the Lord Jesus: run . . . you have been tardy until now; hasten where you are going; seek Whom you are seeking. O, Jesus may he who loves You not be an anathema; may he who loves You not be filled with bitterness. O, Sweet Jesus, may every good feeling that is fitted for Your praise, love You, delight in You, adore You! God of my heart, and my Portion, Christ Jesus, may my heart faint away in spirit, and may You be my Life within me! May the live coal of Your Love grow hot within my spirit and break forth into a perfect fire; may it burn incessantly on the altar of my heart; may it glow in my innermost being; may it blaze in hidden recesses of my soul; and in the days of my consummation may I be found consummated with You! Amen. St. Augustine of Hippo

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