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4/20/2020

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​Today all I am writing is Psalm 49 from The Message Bible.  Enjoy

PSALM 49

Listen everyone, listen...
   earth-dwellers, don't miss this.
All you haves
  and have-nots,
All together now; listen.

I set plainspoken wisdom before you,
   my heart-seasoned understandings of life.
I fine-tuned my ear to the sayings of the wise,
  I solve life's riddle with the help of a harp.

So why should I fear in bad times,
   hemmed in by enemy malice,
Shoved around by bullies,
   demeaned by the arrogant rich?

Really!  There's no such thing as self-rescue,
   pulling yourself up by your bootstraps.
The cost of rescue is beyond our means,
   and even then it doesn't guarantee
Life forever, or insurance
   against the Black Hole.

Anyone can see that the brightest and best die,
   wiped out right along with fools and dunces.
They leave all their prowess behind,
   move into their new home, The Coffin,
The cemetery their permanent address.
   And to think they named counties after themselves!

We aren't immortal.  We don't last long.
Like our dogs, we age and weaken.  And die.

This is what happens to those who live for the moment,
   who only look out for themselves:
Death herds them like sheep straight to hell;
   they disappear down the gullet of the grave;

They waste away to nothing---
   nothing left but a marker in a cemetery.
But me?  God snatches me from the clutch of death,
   He reaches down and grabs me.

So don't be impressed with those who get rich
   and pile up fame and fortune.
They can't take it with them;
   fame and fortune all get left behind.
Just when they think they've arrived
   and folks praise them because they've made good,
They enter the family burial plot
    where they'll never see sunshine again.

We aren't immortal.  We don't last long.
Like our dogs, we age and weaken.  And die.



The rest of this is from me: Prisha....lest you get discouraged by that last paragraph...go back up and read the part that talks about God snatching me from the clutch of death.  He will, you know....if you trust Him.
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