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Jesaja 41:10
Romarbrevet 8:28

Psalm 23

One thing have I asked and it I seek
your dwelling in me your giving me a spirit
one thing I cried when I remembered myself
for then when I prayed I lacked nothing
and now that I desire nothing
everything is trampled in me please be gracious to me and pity
bless my days purify them
raise them like a daughter crying over the apple of her eye
please if you can.
By: Haviva Pedaya; Israel

Kadosh, kadosh Adonaj tsevaot melo chol haarets
kevodo
Mimekomecha malkenu tofia, vetimloch alenu,
ki mechakim anachnu lach. Mataj timloch betsijon bekarov bejamenu leolam
vaed tishkon. Titgadal vetitkadash betoch Jerushalajim irecha, ledor
vador ulenetsach netsachim. Veenenu tirena malchutecha, kadavar haamur
behire uzecha, al jede David meshiach tsidkecha.
Jimloch Adonaj leolam, Elohajich tsijon ledor vador
halaluja
Kuma Adonaj vejafutsu ojvecha, vejanusu mesanecha mipanecha.
Halaluja
Ki vecha levad batachnu, melech El ram venisa adon olamim
Halaluja

Dear Angel
Dear Angel Dear angel ever at my side, how lovely you must be, To leave
your home in heaven to guard a child like me! When I am far away from
home, or maybe hard at play, I know you will protect me from harm along
the way. Your beautiful and shining face I see not, though you're near,
The sweetness of your lovely voice, I cannot really hear. But when I
pray you're praying too, your prayer is just for me. And when I sleep,
you never do you're watching over me
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May
the LORD bless you, and keep thee;
May the LORD make his face shine to upon you, and be gracious to you;
May the LORD turn his countenance to you and grant you peace.
Numbers
6:24-26:
There's a blaze
of light In every word

Rör vid mitt hjärta
Till Dig som
är ensam och rädd för mörkret.
Var inte rädd för mörkret
ty ljuset vilar där.
Vi ser ju inga stjärnor
där intet mörker är.
I ljusa irisringen
du bär en mörk pupill,
ty mörkt är allt som ljuset
med bävan längtar till.
Var inte rädd för
mörkret,
ty ljuset vilar där,
var inte rädd för mörkret,
som ljusets hjärta bär.
Erik Blomberg

For The Grieving... För de sörjande
Let me touch
Your heart with a poem and with a song

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die...
Please touch the picture
above the poem
Do You have a broken heart?
Let me touch Your heart and
console You with hope

Touch my broken heart
Do You feel lost
and lonley?
I'll be your shoulder when you cry

Touch my heart



Touch and enter
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