Oh, my goodness, we've just come upon one of my favorite Psalms. I know I've written about it before. I don't know why exactly, but it speaks to me, sings to me. There is an old, old hymn called, "Flee as a bird to your mountain, thou who art weary of sin," fairly bursting with minor chords. That creates a yearning in my soul, a pull on my heart strings that makes a mournful blue-grass melody just out of hearing with my physical ears, but not from deep within me. As I've shared before, I wrote a poem about it once.