On the day of Martin Luther's Death.
Psalm 12.
Save, O Lord, for the godly are gone;
for the faithful have vanished from among the children of men.
Everyone utters lies to their neighbours, with flattering lips and a double heart they speak.
May the Lord silence them, those who say 'that with such tongues, we will prevail'.
Because the poor are plundered, and the needy groan.
“I will now arise”, says the Lord.
“I will place my own in safety for which they long”.
The words of the Lord are true and pure.
Like silver refined in fire.
You, O Lord, will keep us.
You will guard us from this generation forever.
On every side the wicked prowl as wickedness, vileness is exalted among the children of men.
These are the days amidst the caves Adullam, when God's company are pursued by the Lord's anointed. This is the moment to pray for the ones who are in compromise in respect to their service to God, that they and we may truly repent and lament for the ones around us (1 Samuel 22).
“We are all beggars” - Luther's final words.
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