Salvation is what I long for,
Far from the darkness I once embraced.
The wicked are there, they cavil against truth,
For your glimmering brightens soapy shadows to which they cling.
They rage at Zion’s high-hill,
Seek not heaven’s succor, cry not for simple relief.
Thy statutes laugh at the foolish, and make sober the trusting ones.
The Bible Bistro 