Friday, November 4, 2011

My Morning Cup.

Ecclesiastes 4:8
There was a man all alone; 
he had neither son nor brother.
There was no end to his toil,
yet his eyes were not content with his wealth.
“For whom am I toiling,” he asked,
“and why am I depriving myself of enjoyment?”
This too is meaningless—
a miserable business!

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