These past couple of days I have been working on memorizing these amazing 23 verses of Psalm 55. I read them a few days ago and cried because of the relevance and the promise of being saved and sustained. I am continuously amazed by how God's word is so relevant to every problem, praise and plea that we have. I thank God for the gift of scripture and the privilege that we have in retaining it and memorizing it, and using it for our prayers and lives.
"Listen to my prayer, O God, do not ignore my plea; hear me and answer me. My thoughts trouble me and I am distraught at the voice of the enemy, at the stares of the wicked; for they bring down suffering upon me and revile me in their anger. My heart is in anguish within me; the terrors of death assail me. Fear and trembling has beset me; horror has overwhelmed me. I said "Oh that I had wings like a dove! I would fly and be at rest- I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm." Confuse the wicked, O Lord, confound their speech, for I see violence and strife in the city. Day and night they prowl about on it's walls; malice and abuse are within it. Destructive forces are at work in the city; threats and lies never leave it's streets. If an enemy were insulting me; I could endure it. If a foe were raising himself against me; I could hide from him. But it is you, a man like myself, my companion, my close friend with whom I once enjoyed sweet fellowship as we walked with the throng in the house of God. Let death take my enemies by surprise; let them go down alive to the grave, for evil finds lodging among them. But I call to God, and the Lord saves me. Evening, morning and noon I cry out in distress, and He hears my voice. He ransoms me unharmed from the battle waged against me, even though many oppose me. God, who is enthroned forever will hear them and afflict them- men who never change their ways and have no fear of God. My companion attacks his friends, he violates his covenant. His speech is smooth as butter, but war is in his heart; his words are more soothing than oil, yet they are drawn swords. Cast your cares upon the LORD and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous fall. But you, O God, will bring down the wicked into the pit of corruption; bloodthirsty and deceitful men will not live out half their days. But as for me, I trust in you."
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