Actually, these were from a couple of weeks ago, not this week, but there is grace for Twiblers everywhere. My personal favorite from this batch is Psalm 31. Enjoy –JKR
#Twible Ps 24: “Lift up your heads, O gates! Be lifted up, O ancient doors!” Yes, it’s an odd metaphor. It’s poetry. Work with me, people.
#Twible Ps 25: Don’t remember the sins of my youth, G. Esp that 1 time when we were all baking rum cake @ the frat house. OK? Thx!
#Twible Ps 26: For hypocrites. “Don’t hose me, G. I did what you asked & didn’t sit w/ those losers @ lunch. I’m righteous! I’m holy! I…”
#Twible Ps 27: G’s my personal nightlight; whom shall I fear? I’ll be fine in war. Or if enemies eat my flesh. On 2nd thought . . . eeeww.
#Twible Ps 28: Payback time for the wicked—or at least, we hope so. Break ’em down, move ’em out. Go ahead, G. Make. Their. Day.
#Twible Ps 29: If you can’t beat the Canaanites, you can at least steal their best tunes. This rockin’ ode to Baal got an extreme makeover.
#Twible Ps 30: G turned my mourning into dancing. He’s not a very predictable DWTS partner for waltzing, though. Better for . . . the tango!
#Twible Ps 31: Into your hands I commend my spirit, G. Pls have it cryogenically frozen until such time as life is not so freakin’ harsh.
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