Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations. Before the mountains were brought forth , or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God.
For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told. The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
O satisfy us early with thy mercy; that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.
Psalm 90:1-2, 9-10,14 (KJV)
- Today being my Mom’s 80th birthday, this scripture came to mind. She surely didn’t get to be eighty by being weak & unfaithful!