How sweet are your ways. Thy words, unto me, are delicious. My taste is often without merit, Yea, my corruption ruins my senses. Sweeter than honey to my soul; my mouth feeds on your utterances.
Thy Word #103

How sweet are your ways. Thy words, unto me, are delicious. My taste is often without merit, Yea, my corruption ruins my senses. Sweeter than honey to my soul; my mouth feeds on your utterances.
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