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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