My Black Dog of Depression is howling tonight. He is the Alpha male, leading his pack at night time. They prowl around like roaring lions looking for someone to devour.
I am pursued as prey. I face death and am like a sheep to be slaughtered.
The pack of wild dogs tensely sit back on their haunches, ready to pounce.
Then I cry out to the Lord. “Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me, for in you my soul takes refuge. I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings until the disaster has passed”.
He answers me. “Because you love me, I will rescue you. I will protect you for you acknowledge my name. You call upon me and I will answer you. I will be with you in trouble.”
The Lord then covers me with his feathers, and under his wings I find refuge; his faithfulness is my shield. He quiets me with his love, he rejoices over me with singing.
And the dogs retreat.
1 Peter 5; Psalm 44; Romans 8: Psalm 57; Psalm 97; Zephaniah 3
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