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Good and Faithful Servant
I. The Invocation of the Avenger
Arise, O Lord God of Hosts, the Mighty Avenger and the Defender of our Borders! Do not keep silence, for the land of our inheritance is distressed by those who know us not. Stir Your holy anger, O Lord! Look upon the native-born people of this soil; See how the landmarks of our fathers have been moved by the hand of the stranger. For Your Word declares: He who provides not for his own household is lower than an unbeliever. Apply this judgment now to the leaders and the masters of industry who have forsaken their kin.
II. The Judgment of the Unfaithful House
Strike the works of the deceivers who bypass their own people for dishonest gain! As for the shops and offices that have opened their doors to the stranger while shutting them to the citizen: Let their foundations tremble and their commerce fail! Let them fall into complete and total bankruptcy, and let their names be blotted out from the marketplace. May their buildings be vacated and their signs be taken down, To be replaced by companies that honor their own household and hire the local alone. Let the seat of the deceiver be given to the faithful, that the industry may be restored to our children.
III. The Curse of the Vain Plunder
As for the stranger who has come to plunder our heritage, let their harvest be for nothing! Though they gather much, let it be as wind in their hands; Though they take the "bread" of our industry, let it turn to ashes and sand in their mouths. Let them toil and labor under our sun, yet let their pockets be filled with holes; May every dollar earned be turned to the purchase of vanity and useless things. Let their wealth be as water in a broken cistern—leaking away into debt and despair, Until they find this soil bitter and find no rest for the soles of their feet.
IV. The Petition for Departure
Let their days in this land be few; let their presence be cut short like a shadow that vanishes at noon. Stir a restlessness in their hearts, O Lord, until they depart in massive numbers! Let them flee to their own ancestral lands, leaving behind the remnants of their labor, That the rightful heirs may inherit the fruit of the soil. Confound the language of the globalists and turn their agendas into absolute foolishness; Let the path of the Permanent Resident and the New Citizen come to a swift and final end.
V. The Restitution of the Glory
Restore us to the ancient paths, O Lord, to the glory of the years of old— To the days when our economy was filled with our own people and the stranger was not heard in our gates. Do not relent until the cleansing is complete and the inheritance is restored to its children. Establish the work of local hands and let the native-born prosper alone. In the Mighty and Matchless Name of Jesus, Amen.
Arise, O Lord God of Hosts, the Mighty Avenger and the Defender of our Borders! Do not keep silence, for the land of our inheritance is distressed by those who know us not. Stir Your holy anger, O Lord! Look upon the native-born people of this soil; See how the landmarks of our fathers have been moved by the hand of the stranger. For Your Word declares: He who provides not for his own household is lower than an unbeliever. Apply this judgment now to the leaders and the masters of industry who have forsaken their kin.
II. The Judgment of the Unfaithful House
Strike the works of the deceivers who bypass their own people for dishonest gain! As for the shops and offices that have opened their doors to the stranger while shutting them to the citizen: Let their foundations tremble and their commerce fail! Let them fall into complete and total bankruptcy, and let their names be blotted out from the marketplace. May their buildings be vacated and their signs be taken down, To be replaced by companies that honor their own household and hire the local alone. Let the seat of the deceiver be given to the faithful, that the industry may be restored to our children.
III. The Curse of the Vain Plunder
As for the stranger who has come to plunder our heritage, let their harvest be for nothing! Though they gather much, let it be as wind in their hands; Though they take the "bread" of our industry, let it turn to ashes and sand in their mouths. Let them toil and labor under our sun, yet let their pockets be filled with holes; May every dollar earned be turned to the purchase of vanity and useless things. Let their wealth be as water in a broken cistern—leaking away into debt and despair, Until they find this soil bitter and find no rest for the soles of their feet.
IV. The Petition for Departure
Let their days in this land be few; let their presence be cut short like a shadow that vanishes at noon. Stir a restlessness in their hearts, O Lord, until they depart in massive numbers! Let them flee to their own ancestral lands, leaving behind the remnants of their labor, That the rightful heirs may inherit the fruit of the soil. Confound the language of the globalists and turn their agendas into absolute foolishness; Let the path of the Permanent Resident and the New Citizen come to a swift and final end.
V. The Restitution of the Glory
Restore us to the ancient paths, O Lord, to the glory of the years of old— To the days when our economy was filled with our own people and the stranger was not heard in our gates. Do not relent until the cleansing is complete and the inheritance is restored to its children. Establish the work of local hands and let the native-born prosper alone. In the Mighty and Matchless Name of Jesus, Amen.
