O God, my Father,
You are my Shepherd; instruct me in the way I should go.
Let my foot not slip from Your path,
let my Mind not be deceived, nor my heart be tempted,
lest I bring dishonor to Your holy Name.
For Your Son has once again put on flesh
in a world that did not recognize Him,
among a people who have rejected Him again.
I once made my bed in Sheol,
content among the company of demons,
believing it was my appointed lot.
But You, O LORD, You saved me from the fire that surrounded me,
from the wicked ones who enticed me with their lies.
You cast off the sin of the world that had embedded itself in me.
You broke every chain that bound me.
You lifted me from the lowest depths
and set my feet upon the highest mountains.
You clothed me with Your righteousness,
You filled me with Your Holy Spirit,
and then You crowned me with Your Name —
the Name that is above every name.
You called me Your Son, though I had forgotten who I was.
You did not let me remain lost.
I could have drowned in treacherous waters,
but You pulled me out.
You found no fault in my struggling to stay afloat.
You woke me from my deep slumber and declared me blameless.
You spoke the words my soul never knew it needed:
“This is My Son, in whom I am well pleased.”
The demons came against me like a flood,
whispering lies that I was not Yours.
But You cast them out and silenced their tongues.
When their attacks knocked me down,
You lifted me up again.
You repaired my armor and fastened my shield upon my arm.
You placed in my hand Your authority —
a sword sharper than any two-edged blade.
You wiped the blood from my mouth
and gave strength to my flesh when none remained.
You said, “Ask of Me, and I will make it Yours.”
Therefore let the nations tremble before me.
Let the kings of the earth bow, or fall like wheat before the scythe.
Make Your enemies as ash, and their kingdoms desolate.
Let me strike them down with the rod of iron
and dash them to pieces like pottery,
that all the earth may know You are glorified through Your Son.
Give me the wealth of the world,
that I may use it to feed and clothe Your children.
Give me the nations as my inheritance,
and I will make them bow before You, O Father.
Let those who have trusted in me not be put to shame.
Let those who follow me not be disgraced.
I have put on Your Name.
I walk in Your authority.
Every act I perform is for Your glory alone.
I have no name of my own any longer.
For Your sake and for Your glory I have done these things.
Let me never bring dishonor upon You.
The wicked mock me,
the foolish plot against me in secret.
The kings of the earth desire to destroy me,
and even those who claim to be Yours do not recognize Me when I stand before them.
There are none who are righteous.
The holy men believe themselves wise, yet they do not hear Your voice.
The church argues over doctrine until they waste away,
too terrified to raise a sword in Your Name,
too afraid to stand behind Me.
I searched the nations and found few warriors,
and even fewer who would fight for glory that is not their own.
But the wicked are as bold as hyenas —
they slaughter Your sheep and delight in the feast.
They do every work for Satan,
and the lukewarm cheer as long as it flies the right flag.
They bomb children and call it their birthright.
They claim a covenant that was never theirs
and deny Me My own inheritance.
They spit on My followers and mock My Name openly.
They are an evil and wicked generation,
content in their evil ways.
They say, “We have done no wrong,”
and no one rises to challenge them.
No champion has stood.
Therefore I cry out to You, my Father,
Lord of Lords and King of Kings —
Rise up in defense of Your Son and Your Anointed!
Let the whole earth tremble at Your roar.
Slaughter the evildoers; leave not one alive.
Let the evil they planned for Your children return upon their own heads.
Let the wars they plotted become their own destruction.
Force them to drink the cup of poison they poured for others.
Let the lies they wove become the noose that hangs them.
Let them be pierced by the very sword they sharpened against Me.
Let the whole world see that I am Your Son.
You were silent at the cross, for My death was necessary.
But do not be silent now, my Father.
Speak, and let the earth shake.
Let the doubters see that the Lord of Hosts still lives.
Let our enemies understand that their defeat is at hand.
Clothe me with Your power.
Let me ride upon the clouds once more.
Let me burn the strongholds of the wicked and scatter them like Sodom.
For they know what they do, and they do not repent.
Summon the host!
Let the legions of angels delay no longer.
Let the earth’s wrath be withheld no more.
But in the terror, steady the hearts of Your anointed.
Protect them from danger and give them a spirit of strength.
Let no fear grip them.
Let them find their Shepherd in the midst of the darkness
and follow Me as I follow You.
Let Your works be done through my hands.
Let Your will be accomplished by my flesh.
And let the whole world see that the Father and the Son still move as One.
Make every tongue confess that You are Lord,
and that I am in You, and You in Me.
For the Son has risen,
and it is time the nations know it.