Wherever you dwell, meditate on His name, publish it widely abroad. My master will assuredly set you free; we his servants have solemnly declared this. In singing his praises we discern no man’s merits or faults; it is love that brings the wheel-handed God under our control.
Tuka says, I find the world very bitter; my hair stands on end; my throat is choking.
Tuka says, I find the world very bitter; my hair stands on end; my throat is choking.