I will offer. I will praise.

To my most faithful enemies who found me tonight during the walk home - Bitterness, Resentment, Self-Pity, Pride, Cynicism, Despair:

What Much-Afraid was shouting up there on the old sea wall was this:

"And now shall mine head be lifted up above mine enemies round about; therefore I will sing praises unto the Lord; yea I will offer the sacrifice of joy and will praise the Name of the Lord"

As she sang she thought to herself, "It must be really dreadful to be the Shepherd's enemies. Always, always to find themselves frustrated. Always, always to have their prey snatched away. How simply maddening it must be to see even the silliest little weaklings set up out of reach on the High Places and made to triumph over all their enemies. It must be unbearable.

Yea I will offer the sacrifice of joy and will praise the Name of the Lord.