The Covered Bridge





Psalm 147:1, 14-18, 20

Praise ye the Lord:

He maketh peace in thy borders,
and filleth thee with the finest of the wheat.

He sendeth forth his commandment upon earth:
his word runneth very swiftly.

He giveth snow like wool:
he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes.

He casteth forth his ice like morsels:
who can stand before his cold?

He sendeth out his word, and melteth them:
he causeth his wind to blow and the waters flow.

Praise ye the Lord.



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