The Psalms – Ruth Johnson

The Psalms

March 31, 2020
Ruth Johnson
Hear my cry, O God;
Attend to my prayer.
From the end of the earth
I will cry to You,
When my heart is overwhelmed;
Lead me to the rock
That is higher than I.
For You have been a shelter for me,
A strong tower from the enemy.
I will abide in Your tabernacle
I will trust in the shelter of Your wings.
For You, O God, have heard my vows;
You have given me the heritage
Of those who fear Your Name.
You will prolong the king's life,
His years as many generations.
He shall abide before God forever.
Oh, prepare mercy and truth,
Which may preserve him!
So I will sing praises to Your Name
That I may daily perform my vows.
Psalm of David 61

The meat of the sandwich,
If you will,
Right in the middle of The Book.
The cries for help,
The terror, the pain
Of running from soul stealers
With nothing to gain.
The answers, the songs
For when things go wrong,
People singing along
With their king
To their King in Heaven.
David learned the sheep
Are easier to keep
With the sound of music.
While still young
He was singing songs
To his wooly little charges.
The king needed to write psalms
When taking up arms
Pleading for swift victory;
Get it down on paper
To remember later
Recorded in the annals of history.
That is not the only place;
Angels take those psalms,
Deliver them to The Throne,
Then seal them
And place them
In The Heavenly Library.
There, they are recorded
Enoch went there,
Had to write there,
Wrote 365 books.
An angel gave him
A speed writing reed.
So, when you write a psalm or song to God,
And you plead with Him faithfully,
It will reside in the place in the sky
Reserved for Good Reading Material.
And when we die,
We may stop by,
Do not even need a card!
But until then, I will send
My psalms and songs
Up to Him.
He Will decide if they made the grade,
And there will be written proof!
I love You, Lord,
Who leaves nothing to chance;
I love You, Lord,
For speed writing reeds,
Even though You have never
Given me one,
At least I know they exist!
I love You, Lord,
For Your many Books
You bestowed on us;
I love You, Lord,
For trusting us
To give them away,
To share Your Words.
It is absurd to hide them or horde them!
Our Lord Knows this,
The angels too,
They are straining to hear our words
And they are longing to record them!

That which was written by Enoch. He wrote all his instruction of wisdom for every man of dignity and every judge of the earth, For all My children who shall dwell on earth, and for subsequent generations conducting themselves uprightly and peaceably.

Let not your spirit be grieved on account of the times, For the Holy Great One has prescribed a period to all.

Let the righteous man arise from slumber, let him arise and proceed in the path of righteousness, in all its paths, and let him advance in goodness and eternal clemency. Mercy shall be showed to the righteous man, upon him shall be confirmed integrity and power forever. In goodness and in righteousness shall he exist and shall walk in everlasting Light; but sin shall perish in eternal darkness nor be seen from that time forward forevermore.
Enoch Chapter 91
And the Lord summoned one of His archangels by name, Pravuil, whose knowledge was quicker in wisdom than the other archangels, who wrote all the deeds of the Lord, and the Lord said to Pravuil: Bring out the books from My storehouse and a reed of quick-writing and give it to Enoch and deliver to him the choice and comforting books out of your hand.
Secrets of Enoch 22:10
Give them the books of the handwriting and they will read them and will know Me for the Creator of all things and will understand how there is no other God but Me.
And let them distribute the books of your handwriting children to children, generation to generation, nations to nations.
And I will give you, Enoch, My intercessor, the archistratege, Michael, For the handwriting of your fathers, Adam, Seth, Enos, Cainan, Mahaleleel and Jared, your father.
Secrets of Enoch 30:9-11

Message for my brother through my daughter on the sudden loss of his son:

I have heard your song. Jabraiel has told Me. I have heard the one, His name starts with a J, Jack Henry, I have found him and have taken him, his spirit is of the one that writes fast and strong. He has come to seek the Words of My Father and he writes fast and he writes strong. I have found him. Tell your mother of peace to tell her brother of sorrow that he is with Me now.

1 Comment

  1. Brian Ethier

    Ruth, I still pray for you twice a day for your faith to grow stronger. Why not start anew, not dwell on the past and be strong and vigilant and a warrior and fight the evil forces. Take a stand and remain on the firm ground and not looking back (as in song I wrote you).

    It would be a terrible thing to just quit and throw away your special gift. Many things are coming up soon and it will not be pretty. The Father could have some very important information to pass along but you must be ready to receive it. I’ve always tried to help you even if you do not view it as such on occasion.

    We must always remember that it is all about His grace. Do hope to see again soon one of your poems.

    Your friend, Brian

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