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a Psalm – Philip – 05/08/2008

Philip’s version of Psalm 144

Blessed be the LORD, my rock, Who trains my hands for war, And my fingers for battle; You are my lovingkindness and my fortress, My stronghold and my deliverer; My shield and He in whom I take refuge; Who subdues my enemy Satan under me as I go forth and attack .

Bow Thy heavens, O LORD, and come down; Touch the mountains, that they may smoke. Flash forth lightning and scatter the enemies’ forces in Vermont and every other area where we have family and friends.  Send out Thine arrows and confuse them, scatter them, defeat them. Stretch forth Thy hand from on high; Rescue us and deliver us from all his entrapments and snares and counter attacks, and from all his demonic hordes, his emissaries, Whose mouths speak deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

I will sing a new song to Thee, O God; I will sing praises to Thee, Who dost give salvation to all men; Who dost rescue Philip His servant from the evil one. Your enemy is a defeated liar and deceiver who comes only to steal, and kill and destroy.

Let my sons in their youth be as grown-up plants, And my daughters as corner pillars fashioned as for a palace;  Let our garners be full, furnishing every kind of produce, And our flocks bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;  Let our cattle bear, Without mishap and without loss, Let there be no outcry in our streets! Bring forth the 21st Century version of this in our businesses, and every aspect of our lives. How blessed are the people who are so situated; How blessed are the people whose God is the LORD!

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