I wash my hands in innocence,
and go about your altar, O LORD, proclaiming aloud your praise
and telling of all your wonderful deeds.
I love the house where you live, O LORD,
the place where your glory dwells.
I do like to repeat myself from time to time, but this was not intentional. Of course, I realized I was drawing a hand again, but was not aware of the similarity to my first blog post until Tyler asked me with confusion, "Didn't you draw that already?" They could be transposed upon one another.