Psalm 17
Hear me, Lord, my plea is just;
listen to my cry.
Hear my prayer -
It does not rise from deceitful lips.
Let my vindication come from you;
may your eyes see what is right.
Though you probe my heart,
though you examine me at night and test me,
you will find that I have planned no evil;
my mouth has not transgressed.
Though people try to bribe me,
I have kept myself from the ways of the violent
through what Your lips have commanded.
My steps have held to your paths;
my feet have not stumbled.
I call on you, my God, for you will answer me;
turn your ear to me and hear my prayer.
Show me the wonders of your great love,
You who save by your right hand
those who take refuse in you from their foes.
Keep me as the apple of your eye;
hide me in the shadow of Your wings
from the wicked who are out to destroy me,
from my mortal enemies who surround me.
They close up their callous heart,
and their mouths speak with arrogance.
They have tracked me down
they now surround me,
with eyes alert, to throw me to the ground.
They are like a lion hungry for prey,
like a fierce lion crouching in cover.
Rise up, Lord, confront them,
bring them down;
with your sword rescue me from the wicked.
By Your hand save me from such people, Lord,
from those of this world
whose reward is in this life.
May what you have stored up
for the wicked fill their bellies;
may their children gorge themselves on it,
and may there be leftovers for their little ones.
As for me, I will be vindicated
and will see Your face;
when I awake, I will be satisfied with seeing Your likeness.
God know what's on my heart. He knows what's on my enemies' hearts. He seeks our hearts, and fills them with His love. He is our Savior. The wicked try to force their children to be evil. It didn't work with me. I was stolen from my father and mother by a wicked woman. For a long time I thought she was my mom, so my parents are shapeshifting to look like her. All of my foster siblings became evil. I refused to be evil. My real siblings love me. I forgot a lot, but I didn't forget my belief. Christianity came. I refuse to say evil things, like the poet who wrote Psalm 17. I refuse to be evil. Demons want to force me to be evil, by inserting demonic things in my head and not letting me be me. But I am finally free of it. Evil people who aren't christian will be punished, and then changed. Being christian means believing in, and loving, Jesus, the Messiah. Only Christians are allowed to stay in heaven. We are all made in God's image. He vindicates us and forgives us.
Love,
Rebecca xoxoxoxo <3 :)
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