Then I remembered the worship songs I used to sing in the night seasons, and my heart began to fill again with thoughts of you. So my spirit went out once more in search of you.
All through the day Yahweh has commanded his endless love to pour over me. Through the night I sing his songs and my praises to the living God.
Tremble in awe before the Lord, and do not sin against him. Be still upon your bed and search your heart before him. Pause in his presence
Paul and Silas, undaunted, prayed in the middle of the night and sang songs of praise to God, while all the other prisoners listened to their worship.
Let us examine our path, ponder our ways, and return to Yahweh’s heart.
My inner being is in depression and my heart is heavy, dazed with despair.
I remember the glorious miracles of days gone by, and I often think of all the wonders of old.