A PASSING GUEST
Text: Psalm 39 Some psalms soar. “Whither shall I go from thy Spirit? If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in Sheol, thou are there.” Some psalms make you want to dance. “Praise God with clanging cymbals. Praise God with loud clashing cymbals. Let everything that breathes praise the Lord. Praise the Lord.” Some psalms wrap their arms around you like a loving parent: “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, fo