“Neither plague nor pestilence
Shall come to your dwelling”
A divorce has been
proclaimed
A certificate of death,
Two people once sharing
The chamber bed lay in
Shame
The promise ‘until death
Do we part’ forsaken and
Broken
Those betrothed now in
Chastisement
A mother put away,
A father in spirits lay
The ripening womb
Bereft of life
Leaves the only child sold for
Ransom
To the creditor she is
Auctioned
For her soul the enemy has
Bartered
Can this estrangement be
Brought together?
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Did you think My arm too
Short to save?
Why when I called, did you not
Answer?
Why did I not find you who I have
Searched for?
Why for the fleshpots of
Egypt do you lust?
Why do you not trust?
I will hold you up that you
Will not fall
Be not as Pharoah of old
Who would not let his
People go
For in My anger I vowed,
Unless My people turn to Me
I cannot from –
Pestilence and plagues
Keep thee
Why is the brush of
The hyssop not passing
upon your dwelling,
Where is the blood of the lamb
Painted on your door?
That I may protect you from
The angel of death, that you
And your children will be
Spared
Your souls no longer bared
I have betrothed you,
You will never again sleep
Alone, tied to the bed posts
Of bondage
By my rebuke I dried up the
Sea, turning your deserts
Into rivers
When you died for lack of
Water and lay on the
Thirsty ground, I lifted you
from the enemy’s attacks
The skies I dressed in
Mourning and covered
with sackcloth and ashes
I now dress in light
Delivering you from fear and
Fright
I console the weary with
A word in the morning
I sharpened your hearing
That You might listen,
I hold you up up when you
Fall,
For You in all Your glory,
Mend this death proclaiming –
Oh listen my people, turn to me
I will deliver you from all
*Sin and pestilence!
*Promise from The Book of
Psalms chapter 91 verse 10
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