Trinbagonians talk. (154) Sometimes de pathway is rough so, “Watch yuh Step.”
Ps. 12. Help, Lord, for no one is faithful
anymore; those who are loyal have vanished from the human race. Everyone
lies to their neighbor; they flatter with their lips but harbor deception
in their hearts. May the Lord silence all flattering lips and every boastful
tongue— those who say, “By our tongues we will prevail; our own lips will
defend us—who is lord over us?” “Because the poor are plundered and the
needy groan, I will now arise,” says the Lord. “I will protect them from
those who malign them. The promises of the LORD are sure, like tried silver, freed
from dross, sevenfold refined. You, O LORD, will keep us and preserve us always
from this generation, while about us the wicked struts and in high place are
the basest of men. Amen.
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