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MY EYES ON THE HILLS -08/11/2012

My God and My Father.
My God and My Lord.
Eze Ebube!!
My God and My Comforter.
Jehovah!!! Agu n'eche Mba!

Thank You for this week.
You gave us strength when we were weak.
Thank You for the night rest.
You make us lay on Your chest.

We praise You for answered prayers.
You have turned us to high fliers.
We praise You for enlarging our coast.
For You our love we shall toast.

The heathen do rage and they have imagined vain thing.
They have set themselves against You and Your anointed.
They want to break our bands asunder.
They want to destroy us.
Oh Lord! 
Arise and laugh at them.
Have them in derision.

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills from whence cometh my help.
The hill is my place of refuge. Zion. The temple of the Most High.
When the sea is rough and life is tough.
When my days are hectic and progress is epileptic. 
I still choose to look up. 
My help is from above and not abroad.
My help is not in the land but from the Lord.
You Who made the Heavens and the Earth.
If You made the Heavens and all in the Earth, who am I?
What is that challenge before me that You can not solve?
If You can make the whole galaxy...
Is anything impossible for You? 
You will not suffer my foot to be moved.
My going in and coming out You will preserve.
My travels Lord, they are in Your Mighty Hands.
You that keeps Israel will not sleep nor slumber.
You used a single Israeli Soldier to blow up 10 Syrian tanks in 1974
You made the sea of Galilee very attractive for the Egyptian Soldiers that they delayed to proceed to attack Israel in 1974.
I have a better covenant and I know You will not sleep on my case.
Lord be my keeper. Be my shade upon my right hand.
Protect me from he evil of the day.
Don't allow the sun to smite me by day nor the moon by night.
Rather let them nourish my soul and my body.
Let my health be stronger and let my life shine brighter.
Preserve me from all evil. 
Preserve my soul.
Preserve my going out and coming in from this time forth, and even for ever-more!!!

Thank You! Thank You!! Thank You!!! 
Let my prayers come up to You as a memorial and let this prayer work for all those reading it. Before the end of this week, give everyone a tangible testimony!

We pray in Jesus Name! AMEN and AMEN!!!


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