From this morning's psalm:
He gives snow like wool; *Ah. So very appropriate for Tulsa this weekend!
he scatters hoarfrost like ashes.
He scatters his hail like bread crumbs; *
who can stand against his cold?
He sends forth his word and melts them; *
he blows with his wind, and the waters flow.
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