Sunday, 21 September 2025

Psalm 91

 Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High

    will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.[a]
I will say of the Lord, “He is my refugeand my fortress,
    my God, in whom I trust.”

Surely he will save you
    from the fowler’s snare
    and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with his feathers,
    and under his wings you will find refuge;
    his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
You will not fear the terror of night,
    nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
    nor the plague that destroys at midday.
A thousand may fall at your side,
    ten thousand at your right hand,
    but it will not come near you.
You will only observe with your eyes
    and see the punishment of the wicked.

If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,”
    and you make the Most High your dwelling,
10 no harm will overtake you,
    no disaster will come near your tent.
11 For he will command his angelsconcerning you
    to guard you in all your ways;
12 they will lift you up in their hands,
    so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
13 You will tread on the lion and the cobra;
    you will trample the great lion and the serpent.

14 “Because he[b] loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him;
    I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
15 He will call on me, and I will answer him;
    I will be with him in trouble,
    I will deliver him and honor him.
16 With long life I will satisfy him
    and show him my salvation.”

More heavy extremes…

 

Father, 

your daughter finds herself, 

in the wretched middle of very heavy extremes, 

on the one hand, 

she contends with the evils she harbours, 

on the other, 

the lady embraces your presence in fervent prayer.


Yes…

I can hear your wind blowing, 

but my soul is immature, 

I cannot receive you nor your heavy creeds, 

Rather, incessant relapses 

into the hellish den - abound  


Deliver me from this  psychological wilderness, 

As I knock, and beseech you, 

to open the door for the wretched sinner, 

May you bless this attempt at repentance, 

wash my shame with the blood of Yeshua of Nazareth, 

By his stripes, consider me an earnest seeker of your presence, 

& May your embrace be my refuge and rampart. 


And in my coming or going, 

in the rushed busyness of life, 

Should those fowlers dare bait

me with their many snares, 

In your name, may I “trample the Lion & cobra”


and may I always dwell there, 

In your refuge, 

safe from the contemptuous extreme

through fervent prayer & earnest resolve, 

In Jesus Christ’s name … 


Psalm 91  


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