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"I will tell about your salvation all day long though it's more than I can tell," Psalm 71:15.

O Jehovah God, you are my hope. You were my trust when I was young. You delivered me from my mother's womb. In fact, I leaned on you even before I was born! And now that I'm old and useless, don't throw me away, God. Help me! If you do, I'll praise you all the more. I'll tell people how good you are. But even if you don't, I'll still tell your marvels in this age of gray hair. The right things you do extends to the highest skies. Let me announce to a new generation your power, the great things you've done. Renew me, O God! I promise to sing praises to you, I'll tell all comers of your righteousness.

With a brother or sister, young and old, we talk of God's mighty salvation through our common history. We witness God's wonders up into the skies as into earth's width and depth. And we give thanks, together.