Posted on 07/19/2010 7:31:14 PM PDT by davidosborne
MY PRAYER: Day 15 of 140
Father God, I thank you and praise for Your Son, Jesus Christ, who being fully God, willingly became a man and died a cruel death on the cross paying my sin debt in full. I can never thank you and praise you enough. Father God, at this time I lift up the family and friends of PFC Anthony Simmons, who died while serving our country in Afghanistan. I pray that you will keep and comfort his family.
Lord God I stand in the gap on behalf of our entire Nation. Lord, I pray that our National leaders will turn from their evil ways, acknowledge you, and allow you to direct our NATIONAL path through them. Father God, Lead Them So they can LEAD US Amen.
Funeral for PFC Anthony Simmons will be held at Northwoods Baptist Church in Tallahassee, Florida at 11:00 Tomorrow, Tuesday 20 July 2010.
IN MEMORY OF: PFC Anthony Simmons [U.S. Soldier in Afghanistan - Brother of a Tallahassee friend]
David Osborne Tallahassee, Florida
Monday, 19 July 2010 (10:15PM EDT)
Pings for prayer
May it be so.
Psalm 144
Prayer for National Deliverance and Security
Of David.
1 Blessed be the Lord, my rock,
who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;
2 my rock* and my fortress,
my stronghold and my deliverer,
my shield, in whom I take refuge,
who subdues the peoples* under me.
3 O Lord, what are human beings that you regard them,
or mortals that you think of them?
4 They are like a breath;
their days are like a passing shadow.
5 Bow your heavens, O Lord, and come down;
touch the mountains so that they smoke.
6 Make the lightning flash and scatter them;
send out your arrows and rout them.
7 Stretch out your hand from on high;
set me free and rescue me from the mighty waters,
from the hand of aliens,
8 whose mouths speak lies,
and whose right hands are false.
9 I will sing a new song to you, O God;
upon a ten-stringed harp I will play to you,
10 the one who gives victory to kings,
who rescues his servant David.
11 Rescue me from the cruel sword,
and deliver me from the hand of aliens,
whose mouths speak lies,
and whose right hands are false.
12 May our sons in their youth
be like plants full grown,
our daughters like corner pillars,
cut for the building of a palace.
13 May our barns be filled
with produce of every kind;
may our sheep increase by thousands,
by tens of thousands in our fields,
14 and may our cattle be heavy with young.
May there be no breach in the walls,* no exile,
and no cry of distress in our streets.
15 Happy are the people to whom such blessings fall;
happy are the people whose God is the Lord.
In Jesus’ Healing Name, Amen
BTTT
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