A poem received in my mystery prayer language translated from Yoruba to English 3/12/2020:
What a night for us.
How many flowers have been lost.
Let me call you.
Look forward to join me.
My bow and arrows are mine.
Take care of me.
Pull the ladder down.
I can hear the music.
Hold me still.
I want to get back to God.
He is my son.
This time,
you will come to me for help.
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Psalm 46:
10 Be still, and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth!
Zechariah 9:
14 Then the Lord will be seen over them,
And His arrow will go forth like lightning.
The Lord God will blow the trumpet,
And go with whirlwinds from the south.
Romans 13:
12 The night is far spent, the day is at hand. Therefore let us cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armor of light.
Ephesians 6:
11 Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.
Deuteronomy 33:
26 “There is no one like the God of Jeshurun,
Who rides the heavens to help you,
And in His excellency on the clouds.
Genesis 28:
12 Then he dreamed, and behold, a ladder was set up on the earth, and its top reached to heaven; and there the angels of God were ascending and descending on it.
13 And behold, the Lord stood above it and said: “I am the Lord God of Abraham your father and the God of Isaac; the land on which you lie I will give to you and your descendants. 14 Also your descendants shall be as the dust of the earth; you shall spread abroad to the west and the east, to the north and the south; and in you and in your seed all the families of the earth shall be blessed. 15 Behold, I am with you and will keep[a] you wherever you go, and will bring you back to this land; for I will not leave you until I have done what I have spoken to you.”
Isaiah 40:
6 The voice said, “Cry out!”
And he said, “What shall I cry?”
“All flesh is grass,
And all its loveliness is like the flower of the field.
7 The grass withers, the flower fades,
Because the breath of the Lord blows upon it;
Surely the people are grass.
8 The grass withers, the flower fades,
But the word of our God stands forever.”
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