Saturday, October 6, 2012

May The Heart Of The Prodigal Be Broken

O, how I pray for my prodigal nation. 

Would that America could pray from her heart Psalm 6:

O Lord, rebuke me not in thy anger,
nor chasten me in thy wrath.
Be gracious to me, O Lord,
for I am languishing;
O Lord, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
My soul also is sorely troubled.
But thou, O Lord - how long?

O, that she might pray...

Turn, O Lord, save my life;
deliver me for the sake of thy steadfast love.
For in death there is no remembrance of thee;
in Sheol who can give thee praise?
I am weary with my moaning;
every night I flood my bed with tears;
I drench my couch with my weeping.
My eye wastes away because of grief,
it grows weak because of all my foes.

O, that she might have such assurance...

Depart from me, all you workers of evil;
for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.
The Lord has heard my supplication;
the Lord accepts my prayer.
All my enemies shall be ashamed and sorely troubled;
they shall turn back, and be put to shame in a moment.


We can pray together, collectively, this prayer - She Is Us! 
Go back and pray now, from your heart, the prayer of Psalm 6. Personalize this Psalm. If we do not pray she does not pray.