This scripture is for the times that you just ate at "La Tormenta"--a real restaurant, by the way--and your GI tract knows just how far away home is. Read with care:
Jeremiah 4:19-21 King James Edition
My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war. Destruction upon destruction is cried; for the whole land is spoiled: suddenly are my tents spoiled, and my curtains in a moment. How long shall I see the standard, and hear the sound of the trumpet?
(He bows before his audience),
Hope it isn't prophetic
(Edited. since first posting).
i wouldn't go off and start bowing if i were you. just sayin'.
ReplyDeleteYou got the early bird special, Crystal.
ReplyDeleteI'll take your advice there as well.
because though may not-eth be able to hold his peace-eth.
ReplyDeleteHeh-heh. Though art funneh, sayest The Grunt.
ReplyDeleteSurvey: Who here has ever had to go so bad that both their tent and curtains got spoiled?
assigning points for creative use of scripture.
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