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Sunday, November 14, 2010

O Beloved



The Coptic Hymn, "O Beloved," for all Christians in Iraq.

I was at the point of death,
   my soul was nearing the depths of the nether world;
I turned every way,
   but there was no one to help me,
 I looked for one to sustain me,
   but could find no one.
But then I remembered the mercies of the Lord,
   His kindness through ages past.
I called out: O Lord, you are my father...
                    Sirach 51:6-8a, 10-12a

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