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40 Days for Life

You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
      how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
   Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
      all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
   The days of my life all prepared
      before I’d even lived one day. (Psalm 139:13-16, The Message)

Father, we come before you today with heavy hearts and contrition, asking forgiveness for the sins of a nation against the most defenseless ones in all the world, the unborn. Forgive us as a nation for the callous policies which place the convenience of an uncluttered lifestyle above a human’s right to life. We ask that you’d the change hearts of those who clamor for  a woman’s “right to choose” above the right of the unborn to live at all. Change our hearts, O Lord both individually and as a nation.

We pray also in support of those in America who work so hard to bring awareness of this abomination to the forefront of public awareness through peaceful, prayerful endeavors, one of which has come recently to our attention here. We ask that you have your way in their efforts over the 40 Days for Life, that your name would be exalted and your teachings  broadcast over this great nation of ours, that they would be protected when they encounter opposition, and that life would be protected in the womb as a direct result of this efforts.

Lord, so many aspects of life in America today have gone astray from your word. We also ask that you work in the collective conscience of the nation to re-discover your word, your life, and the freedom that you bring to us as we seek your face in all things and now come to you reciting from your word:

Psam 139 (The Message)

God, investigate my life; get all the facts firsthand.
   I’m an open book to you;
      even from a distance, you know what I’m thinking.
   You know when I leave and when I get back;
      I’m never out of your sight.
   You know everything I’m going to say
      before I start the first sentence.
   I look behind me and you’re there,
      then up ahead and you’re there, too—
      your reassuring presence, coming and going.
   This is too much, too wonderful—
      I can’t take it all in!

  Is there anyplace I can go to avoid your Spirit?
      to be out of your sight?
   If I climb to the sky, you’re there!
      If I go underground, you’re there!
   If I flew on morning’s wings
      to the far western horizon,
   You’d find me in a minute—
      you’re already there waiting!
   Then I said to myself, “Oh, he even sees me in the dark!
      At night I’m immersed in the light!”
   It’s a fact: darkness isn’t dark to you;
      night and day, darkness and light, they’re all the same to you.

  Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
      you formed me in my mother’s womb.
   I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking!
      Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
      I worship in adoration—what a creation!
   You know me inside and out,
      you know every bone in my body;
   You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
      how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
   Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
      all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
   The days of my life all prepared
      before I’d even lived one day.

  Your thoughts—how rare, how beautiful!
      God, I’ll never comprehend them!
   I couldn’t even begin to count them—
      any more than I could count the sand of the sea.
   Oh, let me rise in the morning and live always with you!
      And please, God, do away with wickedness for good!
   And you murderers—out of here!—
      all the men and women who belittle you, God,
      infatuated with cheap god-imitations.
   See how I hate those who hate you, God,
      see how I loathe all this godless arrogance;
   I hate it with pure, unadulterated hatred.
      Your enemies are my enemies!

  Investigate my life, O God,
      find out everything about me;
   Cross-examine and test me,
      get a clear picture of what I’m about;
   See for yourself whether I’ve done anything wrong—
      then guide me on the road to eternal life. (Psalm 139, The Message)

AMEN!

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