I found myself listening to an old hymn this morning. The song was written in 1923, though it seems timeless – perhaps because it is a spinoff from Lamentations 3:22-23: “It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed. Because his compassions they fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.”
“Great is Thy faithfulness. Great is Thy faithfulness. Morning by morning new mercies I see. All that I needed Thy hand hath provided. Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord unto me.”
Indeed. Here we are, 16 years from 9/11. “[H]is compassions they fail not. They are new every morning.”
It occurs to me... 