Monday, 30 November 2009

A Prayer from our alter with winter jasmine.

Still I trusted, even when I said
“I am greatly afflicted,”

When the Lord gave Zion back her captives, we became like dreamers.

Those who sow in tears will rejoice at the harvest.
They wept as they went, went with seed for the sowing;
but with joy they will come, come bearing the sheaves.
Our mouths were filled with gladness and our voices cried in exultation.