There is a God: : A Psalm of the Defender O Lord, my Rock and my Shield, in the valley of spears I cried out, and You heard me. The nations gathered round with teeth like iron, but You raised my soul like a banner on the hill. You make my heart bold as the lion of Judah, my hands steady though the arrows fly. They whispered, “Let us break them,” but You shattered their plans like clay in the furnace. Though darkness pressed from the corners of the earth, You lit my path with sparks from Your Name. Ripples of Your voice moved the heavens— soft as mist, mighty as thunder. The proud stumble in the trap they set. The ones who thirsted for blood now watch in awe, for I walk in garments of fire, and Your covenant is my crown. You remember those who fall for Your sake— You bind up the bones and write their names in light. Let every breath I take praise You. Let every wound become a wellspring. O Lord, stir the heart of Your people. Awaken the sleepers with trumpet and flame. Be not silent when evil mocks— rise, Judge of the earth, as in the days of old. For You are near to those who call You not with lips, but with trembling. And You will not let Your promise fall to dust. You are my fortress, my morning song— and in You, I will not fear. - June 23, 2025 No comments:

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