I Need You, My Master! Awake Or Sleep, I Need You …
Sunday, December 15, 2019 at 10:00 pm.
Without You? I am nothing! That is nothing worthwhile to be. O but how adamant is this world to contradict this fact of life!
Anyhow? What Is Man That You Should Bother With Him? …
O but I want to cry for joy. Your answer overflows in my heart. I spent hours plus hours creating the graphic to express the vision of our future before Your return. I woke up. No one came. Then?
The Need In My Soul For You Alone. Why Expect What Man Cannot Give? Then The Question …
Sunday, December 15, 2019 at 10:22 pm.
The question and the answer. ‘But what is man that You should bother with him?’ Then, I go to the Scriptures to find my answer. Wow! Quote:
Psalms 144:1-15
BLESSED BE the Master, my Rock and my keen and firm Strength, Who teaches my hands to war and my fingers to fight–
My Steadfast Love and my Fortress, my High Tower and my Deliverer, my Shield and He in Whom I trust and take refuge, Who subdues my people under me.
Master, what is man that You take notice of him? Or [the] son of man that You take account of him? [Job 7:17; Psa 8:4; Heb 2:6]
Man is like vanity and a breath; his days are as a shadow that passes away.
Bow Your heavens, O Master, and come down; touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
Cast forth lightning and scatter [my enemies]; send out Your arrows and embarrass and frustrate them.
Stretch forth Your hand from above; rescue me and deliver me out of great waters, from the hands of hostile aliens (tribes around us) whose mouths speak deceit and whose right hands are right hands [raised in taking] fraudulent oaths.
I will sing a new song to You, O Mighty One; upon a harp, an instrument of ten strings, will I offer praises to You.
You are He Who gives salvation to kings, Who rescues David (and thiaBasilia) His servant from the hurtful sword [of evil].
Rescue me and deliver me out of the power of [hostile] alien [tribes] whose mouths speak deceit and whose right hands are right hands [raised in taking] fraudulent oaths.
When our sons shall be as plants grown large in their youth and our daughters as sculptured corner pillars hewn like those of a palace;
When our garners are full, affording all manner of store, and our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our pastures;
When our oxen are well loaded; when there is no invasion [of hostile armies] and no going forth [against besiegers–when there is no murder or manslaughter] and no outcry in our streets;
Happy and blessed are the people who are in such a case; yes, happy (blessed, fortunate, prosperous, to be envied) are the people whose Mighty One is the Master! End of quote.
O But How Can I Not Rejoice? …
Yesterday, Ahmad and his confession, “My white heart is of no benefit to me!” made my heart leap with joy, but then? Trouble! We were interrupted. The enemy strikes his son. He has to run to his son’s aid. Then?
Reading That Comment? It All Almost Put A Damper On My Pamper, But! …
I held my peace. Your Presence prevailed. I started to write about the effect of the comment in my mind. But You stopped me to do some reflecting about it while I worked on the graphic.
Monday, December 16, 2019 at 1:40 am to 3:36 am.
