HARP STRINGS OF HEAVEN///……….. BE STILL MY SOUL THOUGH BRAWNY TEAR CUP OVER FLOW, WHY I HAVE TO CRY SOMETIMES? AS IF ALIVE IN CAVE WHERE ENTRANCE IS FLOGGED WITH SPIDER WEB: ENEMIES PASSES ON BY WITH BLIND SIGHT. NO ONE COULD BE ALIVE: IN SUCH A PREDICTIMENT SO THEY SURMISED! KING DAVID IN OLDEN Read.