Tuesday Morning
HVOR ELSKELIGE ERE DINE BOLIGER HEARE SEBAOTH. MIN SIEL BE GIERER, IA LENGES EFTER HERRENS FORGAARDE; MIT HIERTE OG MIT KIOD RAABE MED FRYD TILDEN LEVENDE GUD. THI EN DAG I DINE FORGAARDE ER BEDRE END TUSINDE IEG UDVELGER HELLERE AT LIGGE VED DORTERSKELEN / MIN GUDS HIS; END AT BOE I DE UGUDELIGES THI GUD HERREN ER SOL OG SKIOLD HERREN GIVER NAADE: OG /ERE, INTET GOOT NEGTER HAN DEM, SOM VANDRE I OPRIGTIG= HED. 84P S: 2-3-1-12-V. HOW LOVELY ARE YOUR DWELLINGS HEARE SEBAOTH. MY SOUL DESIRES, I LONG FOR THE GARDEN OF THE LORD; MY HEART AND MY CHILD CRY WITH JOY TO THE LIVING GOD. BECAUSE ONE DAY IN YOUR YARDS IS BETTER THAN A THOUSAND, I'D BETTER CHOOSE TO LIE BY THE DAUGHTER'S BED / MY GOD HIS; THAN DWELL IN THE WICKED FOR GOD THE LORD IS SUN AND SHIELD THE LORD GIVES GRACE: AND /ERE, NOTHING GOOT HE REFUSES THOSE WHO WALK IN SINCERE= HEAT. 84P S: 2-3-1-12-V. The above is the translation of my ancestors cross stitch that hangs in my mom’s room! Thanks to technology Charlie ...