Archers gather ’round this quivering soul.
Straight at my fragile
Stalking plague snakes through
Death inhabits night.
And yet some invisible force
Dulls soaring blades,
Quenches pandemic disease.
No hocus-pocus trick,
No magician slight-of-hand.
Hope is my camouflage
Wickedness finds no resting place.
He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of Jehovah, He is my refuge and my fortress; my God, in whom I trust. For He will deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover thee with His pinions, and under His wings shalt thou take refuge: His truth is a shield and a buckler. Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night, nor for the arrow that flieth by day; for the pestilence that walketh in darkness, nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday. A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee. Psalm 91:1-7 (ASV)
Question to Ponder: When/how have you been protected?
Song Recommendation: Twenty Three by Aaron Strumpel
-Read Previous Sunday Psalms from Season Two: Episode 1, Episode 2, Episode 3, Episode 4, Episode 5,Episode 6, Episode 7, Episode 8, Episode 9, Episode 10, Episode 11, Episode 12, Episode 13, Episode 14, Episode 15, Episode 16, Episode 17, Episode 18, Episode 19, Episode 20, Episode 21, Episode 22, Episode 23, Episode 24, Episode 25, Episode 26, Episode 27, Episode 28, Episode 29, Episode 30, Episode 31, Episode 32, Episode 33, Episode 34, Episode 35, Episode 36
Written by Heidi Beth Sadler, Inspired by Psalm 91. Copyright © 2017 Benjamin & Heidi Sadler, All Rights Reserved.