Wednesday, May 13, 2020

Psalm 91: "happy state of the godly"



Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence.

  He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.

Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day;

Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.



They're saying, basically, you get covered with feathers during the tribulation, as a protective measure, and me only beginning to dampen my quill.  Whole lotta trying, just to get up that hill, fret-fraught lying to a room-ful of Democrats, knowing at the wrong move they erupt into a glorified circle-jerk.  With any pretense.  But essentially, we are delivered from the tribulation, promised away in a cloud of belief, but don't forget

don't forget

We are only pilgrims, some of us, in a fallen sin-sick world.


He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.

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