Why art thou cast down, my soul, and art disquieted in me? hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, [for] the health of his countenance.
The first letter of every word: W a t c d, m s, a a d i m? h i G; f I s y p h, [f] t h o h c.
One verse, eight to a sheet, Letter or A4. Print at 100%, then cut along the dashes. A cover sheet with the five steps prints first.
Five steps, one a day, a few minutes each. Here they are on one verse from this set:
Psalm 42:5 Why art thou cast down, my soul, and art disquieted in me? hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, [for] the health of his countenance.
Then say it to someone, and come back to it after a day, three days and a week.
Why art thou cast down, my soul, and art disquieted in me? hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, [for] the health of his countenance.
The first letter of every word: W a t c d, m s, a a d i m? h i G; f I s y p h, [f] t h o h c.
Why art thou cast down, my soul, and art disquieted in me? hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, [for] the health of his countenance.
The first letter of every word: W a t c d, m s, a a d i m? h i G; f I s y p h, [f] t h o h c.
Why art thou cast down, my soul, and art disquieted in me? hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, [for] the health of his countenance.
The first letter of every word: W a t c d, m s, a a d i m? h i G; f I s y p h, [f] t h o h c.
Why art thou cast down, my soul, and art disquieted in me? hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, [for] the health of his countenance.
The first letter of every word: W a t c d, m s, a a d i m? h i G; f I s y p h, [f] t h o h c.
Why art thou cast down, my soul, and art disquieted in me? hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, [for] the health of his countenance.
The first letter of every word: W a t c d, m s, a a d i m? h i G; f I s y p h, [f] t h o h c.
Why art thou cast down, my soul, and art disquieted in me? hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, [for] the health of his countenance.
The first letter of every word: W a t c d, m s, a a d i m? h i G; f I s y p h, [f] t h o h c.
Why art thou cast down, my soul, and art disquieted in me? hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, [for] the health of his countenance.
The first letter of every word: W a t c d, m s, a a d i m? h i G; f I s y p h, [f] t h o h c.
Why art thou cast down, my soul, and art disquieted in me? hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, [for] the health of his countenance.
The first letter of every word: W a t c d, m s, a a d i m? h i G; f I s y p h, [f] t h o h c.