Lord You Have Been Our Dwelling Place

 

"..and proclaim liberty throughout all the land to all inhabitants."
(Leviticus 25:10)

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In the following psalm, Moses, the man of God, and the deliverer of the Hebrew people from slavery in Egypt,  is interceding with the Lord on behalf of Israel to remove His curse from that disobedient and idolatrous nation.   I believe the words of Moses' prayer sorely reflect the ungodly and rebellious condition of America today.  I pray that God in His mercy will spare this nation from His impending wrath, and will deliver us from the plague of  appalling wickedness,  both human and spiritual, which has afflicted our land.

PSALM 90
A Prayer of Moses the man of God

Lord, You have been our dwelling place and our refuge in all generations.

Before the mountains were brought forth or ever You had formed and given
birth to the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting You are God.

You turn man back to dust and corruption, and say, "Return O sons of the earthborn!"

For a thousand years in Your sight are but yesterday when it is past,
 or as a watch in the night.

You carry away these disobedient people, doomed to die within forty years,
 as with a flood; they are as a sleep, vague and forgotten, as soon as they are gone. 
 In the morning they are like grass which grows up-

In the morning it flourishes and springs up; in the evening it is mown down and withers.

For we, the Israelites in the wilderness are consumed by Your anger,
and by Your wrath we are troubled, overwhelmed, and frightened away.

Our iniquities, our secret heart and its sins, which we would so like to conceal
even from ourselves. You have set in the revealing light of Your countenance.

For all our days out here in the wilderness, says Moses, pass away in Your wrath;
we spend our years as a tale that is told, for we adults know we are doomed to die
soon, without reaching Canaan.

The days of our years are threescore and ten (seventy years) or even by reason
of strength fourscore (eighty years) yet is their pride in additional years only
labor and sorrow, for it is soon gone, and we fly away.

Who knows the power of Your anger?  Who worthily connects this brevity of life
with Your recognition of sin?  And Your wrath, who connects it with the
 reverent and worshipful fear that is due You?

So teach us to number our days, that we may get us a heart of wisdom.

Turn, O Lord, from Your fierce anger!  How long-?  Revoke Your sentence
and be compassionate and at ease toward Your servants.

O satisfy us with Your mercy and loving-kindness in the morning,
now before we are older, that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.

Make us glad in proportion to the days in which You have afflicted us
and to the years in which we have suffered evil.

Let Your work, the signs of Your power, be revealed to Your servants,
and Your glorious majesty to their children.

And let the beauty and delightfulness and favor of the Lord our God be
upon us; confirm and establish the work of our hands-yes, the work
of our hands, confirm and establish it.