I waited patiently for the Lord;
he inclined to me and heard my cry.
He drew me up from the pit of destruction,
out of the miry bog,
and set my feet upon a rock,
making my steps secure.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a song of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear,
and put their trust in the Lord.
— Psalm 40:1-3, My Help and My Deliverer, To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. (via samuelchanyf)
