You will feed those who oppress me with their own flesh. And they will be drunk with their own blood as though it were sweet wine. All flesh shall know that you Lord, are my Savior, my Redeemer, the Mighty One of Israel.

This is a bungee jump for me, Lord. In my spirit, I know this truth. Their lust and their blindness will devour them. And they will still hunger and thirst as they erode. And they will you see you lift me out, and higher, and they will wail, and gnash their teeth. And through that the truth of who YOU are, will be revealed. They will be face to face with what/there their free will has done/led to them. My soul still has pockets that complain about the time or the cost. The pockets that used to disbelieve are healed. The pockets that shouted- it is not enough- have yielded. Remind me of how perfect your time is, again, Lord! Fix my gaze on what I have with you when I consider what it cost me and my family. Tame me with your kindness. Cover me with your Love. Let me be an example of how faithful you are to rescue and restore your people. Let the earth know you can heal even the brokenest of hearts. So that I might love you more fully. You are my all.

Even the captives of the mighty will be taken, you see.

You have shown me, Lord. Continue to show me.

And the prey of the terrible will be set free.

You are truth. You are freedom. The terrible is nothing compared to who you are.

I will contend with those who contend with thee.

You have, You will. You are. My defender, my strong tower, my refuge in times of trouble.

And I will save your children.

The interpreting of this promise has changed on my end. You have expanded me. This promise, the first I heard clearly in the beginning of the memory season, has kept me. You are faithful, and that you have said, so you will do. And even though the process, and the intimacy it yields, has been uppermost in your heart, you have cared for my need for safety, and have ministered to me in the right was at the right time. I will sing this song forever. Some of the verses I have added may change. And my interpretation may again expand. But the truth of you, as your word, becoming one with me, while I am in skin on the earth, will never end. Even if you never again interfaced, the testimony of what you have done so far will make the elders throw down their crowns again and cry holy for eternity. You are my good pleasure. You are my reward. You are worth it. My heart grows in meditating on you. You are life, and the light of me.