As I was washing dishes early this morning, I looked out my kitchen window. One of my deer came to the old feeding patch. They still check from time to time, to see if there is any corn there.
Anyway, seeing that deer put me in mind of this old psalm, so I present it to you as your Sunday Hymn.
As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants for you, O God. Psalm 42:1
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