Monday, June 13, 2016
My eye grows dim through sorrow.
Every day I call on you, O LORD;
I spread out my hands to you.
Is your steadfast love declared in the grave,
Are your wonders known in the darkness?
But I, O LORD, cry out to you;
in the morning my prayer comes before you.
- Excerpts from Psalm 88, a Psalm of Lament.