You are my God in whom I trust

Christ Pantocrator, Church of the Holy Sepulchre by Andrew Shiva / Wikipedia / CC BY-SA 4.0

The mountains of difficultes and burdens is no longer on your shoulders but under your feet.  O Lord, all the demons of the world are afraid of the authoritative words of your mouth.  God shall command his angels concerning you.  Success and victory belong to you.  Divine sonship, heavenly gifts, and even his forgiveness will be given to you.
You will tread on the world’s glory.
The head of the snake shall be under your feet because of the works of the Lord’s hand.

Therefore, today I shall cling to your arm.  I know that you will rescue, exalt, respond to, deliver, glorify, satisfy, and save the one who clings to even a finger of your hand.  Your protection is greater than that offered by the best lawyers, the smartest physicians, or the lowest mercenaries.  Your guarantee is better than all treasures, the best health, or even family.  You never betray your people or give up on them. Your protection does not end.  There is nothing that distracts or deters you from your faithfulness.

This day I put into your hands every fear, worry, anxiety, and burden,
    for my rest is found in you.
I will not let the worry of tomorrow fill the joy of today.
Be the shield of your sons and daughters.
You are my shelter, my refuge, and my God in whom I trust.

Yohanna Katanacho, 1967 – , Palestinian Israeli evangelical theologian
Praying through the Psalms, slightly abridged


Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
    will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress,
    my God, in whom I trust.”
Surely he will save you
    from the fowler’s snare
    and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with his feathers,
    and under his wings you will find refuge;
    his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
You will not fear the terror of night,
    nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
    nor the plague that destroys at midday.
A thousand may fall at your side,
    ten thousand at your right hand,
    but it will not come near you.

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