app built on 3 principles
1.every word is inspired - 2 Timothy 3:16
2.meditation is key - Psalm 119
3.repetition as effective meditation
why?
Repetition produces familiarity.
Familiarity produces perspective.
Perspective produces understanding.
Understanding produces ownership.
/bi-bel/ pronounce it. Proverbs 18:10
When I wander through the desert
and I'm longing for my home
All my dreams have gone astray
When I'm stranded in the valley
And I'm tired and all alone
It seems like I've lost my way
I go running to Your mountain
Where Your mercy sets me free
You are my strong tower
a shelter over me
Beautiful and mighty,
Everlasting King
You are my strong tower
A fortress when I'm weak
Your name is true and holy
And Your face is all I see.
A mighty fortress is our God,
A bulwark never failing;
Our helper He, amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great,
And armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.
Did we in our own strength confide;
Our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth, His name,
From age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.
You are my strong tower
a shelter over me
Beautiful and mighty,
Everlasting King
You are my strong tower
A fortress when I'm weak
Your name is true and holy
And Your face is all I see.
I go running
to Your mountain,
Where Your mercy
sets me free.
and I'm longing for my home
All my dreams have gone astray
When I'm stranded in the valley
And I'm tired and all alone
It seems like I've lost my way
I go running to Your mountain
Where Your mercy sets me free
You are my strong tower
a shelter over me
Beautiful and mighty,
Everlasting King
You are my strong tower
A fortress when I'm weak
Your name is true and holy
And Your face is all I see.
A mighty fortress is our God,
A bulwark never failing;
Our helper He, amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great,
And armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.
Did we in our own strength confide;
Our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth, His name,
From age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.
You are my strong tower
a shelter over me
Beautiful and mighty,
Everlasting King
You are my strong tower
A fortress when I'm weak
Your name is true and holy
And Your face is all I see.
I go running
to Your mountain,
Where Your mercy
sets me free.
/bi-bel/ pronounce it. Proverbs 18:10
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