| Monday, January 4, 2010 |
| My Fortress, I stand |
Tongues may wag evil and destroy mind,
Unintentionally or with malice,
The enemies may turn to steal,
The world may plan to rebel.
Guide me through this fierce storm
before the wind catches on.
Put in me an increased faith,
with wisdom and love
to defend Your way.
For what I yearn for is Your approval,
And not from men.
Lord help me to honour my parents,
and forgive me for my imprudence,
for being a bad ambassador of Your Most High.
Even if the world is against us,
If You are for us,
who can be against us?
Can the wisdom of men surpass Our Creator?
Will self-proclaimed prophet be justified?
Your plans for me are perfect.
Plant a steadfast spirit in me.
Clothe me with Your grace.
With the Lord as my shelter, I stand,
With tears, and trepidation.
[Isaiah 25]
You have been a refuge for the poor,
a refuge for the needy in his distress,
a shelter from the storm
and a shade from the heat.
For the breath of the ruthless
is like a storm driving against a wall
5 and like the heat of the desert.
You silence the uproar of foreigners;
as heat is reduced by the shadow of a cloud,
so the song of the ruthless is stilled. |
posted by kai @ 12:29 AM  |
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