Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and not be afraid: for the Lord Jehovah is my strength and my song; he also is become my salvation. Therefore with joy shall I draw water out of the wells of salvation.
Isaiah 12 - a passage that has brought your Head Trucker through many a dark night, and many a lonely, fearsome time.
In the bleak midwinter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter,
Long ago.
Enough for Him, whom Cherubim
Worship night and day
A breast full of milk
And a manger full of hay.
Enough for Him, whom angels
Fall down before,
The ox and ass and camel
which adore.
What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb,
If I were a wise man
I would do my part,
Yet what I can I give Him —
Give my heart.
--Christina Rossetti, 1872
