PSALM 127
Music by : Danny Caing
Date Composed: July 1, 2017
Unless the Lord builds the house,
its builders labor in vain.
Unless the Lord watches over the city,
the watchmen stand guard in vain.
In vain you rise early
and stay up late,
toiling for food to eat-
for he grants sleep to those He loves.
Sons are the heritage from the Lord,
children a reward from Him.
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are son's born in one's youth.
Blessed is the man
who quiver is full of them.
They will not be put to shame
when they contend with their enemies in the gate.
