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Good and Faithful Servant
I. The Cry for the Household
Arise, O Lord, Defender of our Borders, and do not keep silence! For the stranger has grown fat upon the inheritance of the native-born, And the local man finds no place at the wheel of industry. Your Word declares that he who provides not for his own is a castaway; Apply this judgment now to the leaders who have forsaken their own kin.
II. The Divine Blockade
In the Name of the Most High, let the gates of labor be shut! Let no stranger be hired while one of our own remains without bread. Stir a restlessness in the hearts of those who have come from afar; Let them find no peace in our streets, and no profit in our marketplaces. Let their labor be as water in a broken cistern—leading only to debt and departure.
III. The Reckoning of the Usurper
As for those who have taken the seat of the citizen: Let their positions be vacated swiftly by Your divine hand. May the works of the deceivers who import labor from afar fall into ruin; Shake the foundations of their companies until they crumble into bankruptcy. Let their names be blotted out from the commerce of this land, For they have denied their own household for the sake of dishonest gain.
IV. The Restoration of the Soil
Execute a Massive Departure! Let the stranger flee to his own ancestral soil. Let them leave behind the remnants of their work for the rightful heirs to inherit. Restore us to the ancient paths, to the glory of the years of old, Where the stranger was not heard in our gates and our own hands built our walls.
V. The Final Plea
Do not relent, O Lord, until the cleansing of our inheritance is complete. Let the foreigner be removed, and the birthright restored to the children of this soil. Establish the work of our hands and let the local people prosper alone. In the Mighty Name of Jesus, Amen.
Arise, O Lord, Defender of our Borders, and do not keep silence! For the stranger has grown fat upon the inheritance of the native-born, And the local man finds no place at the wheel of industry. Your Word declares that he who provides not for his own is a castaway; Apply this judgment now to the leaders who have forsaken their own kin.
II. The Divine Blockade
In the Name of the Most High, let the gates of labor be shut! Let no stranger be hired while one of our own remains without bread. Stir a restlessness in the hearts of those who have come from afar; Let them find no peace in our streets, and no profit in our marketplaces. Let their labor be as water in a broken cistern—leading only to debt and departure.
III. The Reckoning of the Usurper
As for those who have taken the seat of the citizen: Let their positions be vacated swiftly by Your divine hand. May the works of the deceivers who import labor from afar fall into ruin; Shake the foundations of their companies until they crumble into bankruptcy. Let their names be blotted out from the commerce of this land, For they have denied their own household for the sake of dishonest gain.
IV. The Restoration of the Soil
Execute a Massive Departure! Let the stranger flee to his own ancestral soil. Let them leave behind the remnants of their work for the rightful heirs to inherit. Restore us to the ancient paths, to the glory of the years of old, Where the stranger was not heard in our gates and our own hands built our walls.
V. The Final Plea
Do not relent, O Lord, until the cleansing of our inheritance is complete. Let the foreigner be removed, and the birthright restored to the children of this soil. Establish the work of our hands and let the local people prosper alone. In the Mighty Name of Jesus, Amen.
