{Keeping} :: My Commonplace

I actually finished Davy Crockett's Own Story, as written by himself a few weeks ago. I noticed it sitting by my bedside tonight with a bookmark still stuck a little past halfway. Remembering I do this to mark something I want to enter in my Commonplace, I decided I'd best take a look because I didn't remember if I ended up transcribing what important words Mr. Crockett penned. Turns out I hadn't!

So here it is, a modernized, frontier-style Davidic psalm, if you will... beautiful.

We were alone in the wilderness, but all things told me that God was there.

The thought renewed my strength and courage.

I had left my country, felt somewhat like an outcast, believed that I had been neglected and lost sight of:

but I was now conscious that there was still one watchful Eye over me;

no matter whether I dwelt in the populous cities, or threaded the pathless forest alone;

no matter whether I stood in the high places among men, or made my solitary lair in the untrodden wild,

that Eye was still upon me.

My very soul leaped joyfully at the thought;

I never felt so grateful in all my life;

I never loved my God so sincerely in all my life.

I felt that I still had a friend.

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