Oh Lord, hear our prayers, and answer us. We are besieged everywhere. Evil is overwhelming us on every side. In America and all over the globe, power hungry people with no knowledge of you, no kindness, conscience, nor humanity, are overtaking your people.
All our institutions are corrupted, and the ancient covenants that bound leaders to the people are being torn up. The lawless ones in authority - and out - are issuing laws. Many who have no law in their hearts are the police, judges, and juries. Our economies are failing from regulation, scheming, and theft. We are bankrupt.
Our religions are fallen, and the good among us are under assault. You ask us to pray for our enemies, and we will. But they still must be separated from us.
Take them out, Lord; remove them from the scene - as you promised long ago. Can the lamb fight the wolf? Can the colt fend off the mountain lion? We ask you to fulfill your promise, O God, that the Last Days will come to an end before all is lost.
We are in that final day, Lord. Take them out. Or take me out. Do you remember King David's plea? Will you hear it once more?
We are in that final day, Lord. Take them out. Or take me out. Do you remember King David's plea? Will you hear it once more?
Psalm 58, of David:
Do you really speak righteously, you mighty ones? Do you judge people fairly? No, you practice injustice in your hearts; with your hands you weigh out violence in the land.
The wicked go astray from the womb; liars err from birth. They have venom like the venom of a snake, like the deaf cobra that stops up its ears, that does not listen to the sound of the charmers
who skillfully weave spells.
who skillfully weave spells.
God, knock the teeth out of their mouths; Lord, tear out the young lions’ fangs. They will vanish like water that flows by; they will aim their useless arrows.
Like a slug that moves along in slime, like a woman’s miscarried child, they will not see the sun.
Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns—whether green or burning—He will sweep them away.
Like a slug that moves along in slime, like a woman’s miscarried child, they will not see the sun.
Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns—whether green or burning—He will sweep them away.
The righteous one will rejoice when he sees the retribution; he will wash his feet in the blood of the wicked. Then people will say,
“Yes, there is a reward for the righteous! There is a God who judges on earth!”
