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Oh Almighty
Gad mercifully
strengthen me
to do Valliantly,
before my enemies.
Put to shame
those who
contend with me.
Many are those
who rise up
against me.
They hate me
without cause,
because I depend
on thee, for thy
glory oh Lord,  
let them be cloth
with adversities,
and dishonor
and let their own
evil devices come
to their *****.
Set thy servant's
feet on high and
uphold me for
Thee art the
rock of my
salvation. My
Gad in whom I
put my trust.
And I will sing
praises to Thee
through the whole
world, Gad my
father, and Lord.
Millions of people
shall praise Thee
on my cause, Thy
Holy Name be
glorified, people
shall praise Thee
oh Lord. Lest the
wicked rejoice and say
YE Lord is no
more. But because
of THY GREAT
existence, oh Lord YE
shall subdue below  
me my  adversities.
And all my enemies
shall be confounded
and condemned.
In the Mighty
name of Jesus!
AMEN, Selah!

#C9fm
This was inspired through revelations.
Oh Lord never
forsake thy
servant, never
leave those who
cast their trust on
you in distress.
Take hold and
shield and buckler,
be their defence
and cast their
enemies off before
them, make their
enemies a footstool
for Thee are Gad
who keeps your
people under the
wings of thee shadow.
Let those who
wait on Thee
receive according
as their hopes in
Thee. Amen!
#C9fm
The Psalm was ignited by my emotions, through pain and agony. Life so hard, felt lonely.
Christ on the cross was maximumly heroic:
He was braver than braves that slay goliath foes,
Or warriors facing deadly threats with stoic
And stony faces, standing nose to nose.  
At Golgotha the sin of all the world was laid
On Him who, though despised, was more victorious
Than a general at his own ticker-tape parade,
Thronged by a grateful nation joyous and uproarious.
Had Christ destroyed his enemies with a thought
(An option for Him), He would've suffered a defeat
Since all the lessons the Lord of Glory taught
Would've been dismissed as having been taught by a cheat.
It would've been the easy, cowardly fashion
Of escaping the pain that proved His Godly passion.
Savio Fonseca Aug 2023
Each Day is a Treasure, O Lord.
As you keep walking, by My Side.
Your Love, is beyond all Measures
and there's nothing, that I have to Hide.
You have never failed Me O Lord
and Today you answered My Prayers.
You reached out to me, O Lord
and your Miracle, was standing There.
When the Shadows begin to fade,
Your Light light's up My Road.
In this World full of Sin.
Your Commandments are on the Board.
You are Our guiding Star, O Lord
and your Name, is above all Names.
Thank you, for this wonderful Day.
A Day, Which I shall Frame.
The Space—between two Seconds—
Is wider than the Sea—
Is smaller than an Atom—
Is all Eternity—

I slip into Forever
Between the tick and tock
Of ageless Time's forever unwinding
Chronoscopic Clock—

And there I see together—
In perfect Unity—
My Savior—ere and after—
His Birth and Calvary—
Heavenly Lord, thy Spinning Wheele Make mee,
     make mine thy Holy Spirit glorify,
therewith thereon therein T̶h̶e̶n̶  then this thy thee,
     the Webweave   Loomeyarn thy for glory dy.
     I am thyselfe All pinkt with Judgment fine,
     that Then their Words is Ordinances Twine:

Affections make thy Holy to be Reele.
     yee Actions fill shall My apparell may.
My Conversation make and reele thy Wheele.
     Will mine the Holy thy of mine display.
     Affections me with cloath My wayes and quills thy,
     Then make me Then to make same Fulling Mills thy:

Memory Make of Flyers knit bee neate,
     And Swift my Soulespun   Spooleyarn winde before,
Varnisht in Colours Choice That flowers compleate,
     my Distaff Make thine Understanding for.
     And, Cloathd in Holy robes, my Conscience, Lord,
     O Paradise and glory shine thy Worde....
A prophet once proffered a parable,
A wheatable teaching and tarable,
     Concerning the needs
     Of a sowers sown seeds
That require a soil that's arable.
Suckles at first were curst
     To be the homes of flies,
And smell'd like open tombs
     With putrefying eyes.

But Christ, who saves the worst
    (If so He wills) from death,
Did mercy give the blooms
     By giving them His breath.
There once was a spirit-filled pastor
Who fasted like Jesus, his master:
     For forty days lasted
     A fast that he fasted
While wanting the fast to go faster.
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