This is the Psalm for Sunday Mass, September 5th, 2004. It is one of my favorites. May the Holy Spirit release the power of these verses in everyone who reads/hears them today:

Psalms 90,3-6.12-17.

But humans you return to dust, saying, "Return, you mortals!" A thousand years in your eyes are merely a yesterday. Before a watch passes in the night, you have brought them to their end; They disappear like sleep at dawn; they are like grass that dies. It sprouts green in the morning; by evening it is dry and withered. Teach us to count our days aright, that we may gain wisdom of heart. Relent, O LORD! How long? Have pity on your servants! Fill us at daybreak with your love, that all our days we may sing for joy. Make us glad as many days as you humbled us, for as many years as we have seen trouble. Show your deeds to your servants, your glory to their children. May the favor of the Lord our God be ours. Prosper the work of our hands! Prosper the work of our hands!